Suzune stood in the middle of the arcade's main hall, surrounded by a handful of the Hunters.
Their faces were twisted with desire and arrogance, eyes crawling over her curves as if undressing her in their minds.
The room was heavy with the stench of cheap cologne, sweat, and cigarette smoke, and their smirks only deepened as she smiled at them calmly, brushing a strand of hair away from her cheek.
One of them, a tall man with greasy hair and yellow teeth, licked his lips and said with a chuckle, "What's a fine woman like you doing with that punk Seijirou? You could have fun with us instead."
Another laughed and added, "Yeah, babe, forget him. You got a body like that, you should be worshipped. We'll take real good care of you."
Suzune giggled softly, almost innocently, her tone playful yet cold underneath.
