{Reina}
[Well, this is a thing that's happening.]
I watch Akari pose with her trophy, those perfect tits basically becoming the star of every ManaGram post for the next week. Haruka's glued to her side, hands definitely not staying in appropriate places as usual.
[Must be nice, having that kind of confidence.]
The trophy catches the light, sending little sparkles dancing across my platform boots. Funny thing is, I hadn't even wanted to enter this stupid competition. Yeah, Dad had signed me up, like he signs me up for everything - business seminars, leadership workshops, all that corporate heir bullshit.
But now...
[Maybe if I'd actually tried...]
"Reina!" Akari bounces over, dragging Haruka with her. Her tits nearly pop out of that bra again and I swear half the crowd around us is just filming, hoping for a wardrobe malfunction. "We're hitting up that new cafe to celebrate. You in? They've got those black coffee pancakes you like!"
