The train passed by every fifteen minutes, and the girl stood on the hotel balcony, gazing at the people getting on and off at the station ahead.
"Have you figured out how to meet Sakura?"
"Not...yet..." Hanamaru Hanabi withdrew her gaze from the maze of wires above the station.
"Hanabi-chan, you've been thinking about this all day and still have no idea. I suggest you just knock out Sakura, then tie him up in the hotel. While he's unconscious, you can do whatever you want with him. Sakura's face, Sakura's nose, Sakura's breath, Sakura's body, it's all~~yours, Hanabi-chan. Of course, if Hanabi-chan wants, you could also buy a collar, get a rope and gently fasten it on him while he sleeps."
"No, I can't do that..." Hanamaru Hanabi tightly clutched her delicate wrist.
