"We are all performers in a way, Terumi-san," Hibiki said, winking an eye shut. "But trust me, I don't plan to humiliate you on stage or anything. Should I expect to see you on the weekend, then?" he asked, taking out a smooth hand and offering it for a shake. Should Terumi do so, he would find the skin would feel soft, almost silky, and a little warmer than most people would have it.