Inside the room, Ayatsuki Ayaka was measuring Aozawa's waist, using her legs in the absence of a tape measure.
Outside, emotions were mixed.
Sister Ayaka was willing to swear to the heavens that she absolutely wasn't trying to eavesdrop, just curious about what Ayaka and Aozawa were whispering in the room, so she stepped forward intending to listen.
But she never imagined today's youth could be so daring, barely exchanging words before engaging in activities that would leave adults blushing.
What to do?
Standing at the door, she bit her lip, wanting to remind the two of them.
Especially Aozawa, don't let youthful impulsiveness lead to any fatal incidents.
But if she spoke up, it would prove she was eavesdropping outside, and the first impression Aozawa had of her was already slovenly—second impression, a sneak at the wall.
Wouldn't that just cement her image as a creepy, single, older shut-in woman?
Washing away that impression wouldn't be easy.
