Moving back to a little more than a few weeks ago.

With a deep and heavy sigh, Ethan stares at an empty piece of paper before him. On the palm of his right hand, sits an elegant pen. "Sofia, you're such a bother," he says, breaking a small smile then it quickly fades away.

He begins to write.

To my dear Sofia Chevalier,

When you find this letter, you'll probably be many miles away from me. Though I can't bear the thought of you being so far away, it is something we both must endure. This violin is my gift to you, something to remember me by. It is also my last gift to you.

My heart beats for you dearly, but I do have to make a choice. Sofia, I have overstepped my bounds as a teacher when I fell in love with a student. I brushed it off as infatuation at first, for my dear, you are striking, but as I taught you music, I began to know you and I was hopelessly falling in love, as you were with me.

Sofia, as much as it pains me to say this, I must choose my wife over you. It's unfair to her and unfair for our unborn daughter. I knowingly misinformed you about my relationships, so you weren't at fault, not me. I'm nothing but a coward.

What more, I couldn't bring myself to tell you this in person. I will leave this tucked into the lining of the violin case I will be giving you. I hope you find this letter long after you've forgotten me.

I love you, Sofia, I always do. Perhaps in another lifetime, the world would be more accepting of our love. Please forget about me, Ms. Chevalier. I'm afraid, however, I cannot promise I will do the same.

Goodbye,
Ethan de la Rue

Ethan slides in the letter beneath the fabric of the violin case and sews it closed.

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"I-I-I'm not... lying..." Sofia seems to hesitates as she speaks, "Emily....Emily Seraine."

Ico seizes the violin, yet Sofia remains confident her name is nowhere to be found within it or her case. Unfortunately for her, she knows not of Ethan's hidden letter, tucked within her violin case.

Sofia cries out and continues to resist the wicked tentacle abuse. Her body desperately wants to surrender. The sensations were too much for the girl to bear. Her breasts ache terribly being bounced from pain and pleasure.

"I...I told you my name... please stop!" Sofia wiggles her hips, trying to move away from the tentacles teasing her sex and her buttocks, It's Emily... please! D-Don't... p-p-push it in..."

Icosagon's search turns up nothing on the violin itself, but the case is more promising. Dragging it over, his tentacles idly begin to look it over as she squirms in torment below.

The rough play has begun to soften, the suckers merely staying clamped on her skin as the tentacles massage and stimulate. Her sore skin is quite sensitive as wet tips of other tentacles poke and prod between the coils at her breasts' flesh.

"oh... then what about this boyfriend, mmm? Slept with him yet?" He grins and leans towards her face, but pauses as the searching comes across something; it begins to pat down on the cloth interior, feeling the rustling of paper under pseudopod. Ripping at the fabric, he gets a positively delighted expression on his face!

"A secret! How special! Now is the time to make any confessions, Em~il~ee!" His eyes flashed with a frightening and childish glee as he grins back down to her. Not just glee... she could see the madness swirling in his eyes.