The twilight glow in the sky slowly dimmed,
as night crept in, with the dazzling neon lights becoming particularly eye-catching in the dark night.
Women with fiery figures dressed in hot pants and tank tops stood on street corners or in alleyways.
All of this... had very little to do with Haruka.
"Haruka, try this chicken wing."
At the dinner table in the villa, Reiko Onodera placed a golden-fried chicken wing into Haruka's bowl.
"Sure, thank you, Sister Reiko, I can do it myself."
Tonight's dinner was sumptuous,
fried chicken wings, tempura, vegetable salad, stewed sturgeon, and curry beef.
The staple was, of course, white rice.
Misaki Saki, with a piece of tempura in her mouth, looked at the lady beside her and then across at Haruka Yuzan, her big eyes rolling around.
It seemed as if she had thought of something incredibly useless, and she was almost drooling with laughter.
"Just eat your meal, and stop looking around."
