The bright moon weaves through clouds, the night air seeps into the skin and bones.
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly blows out a puff of white smoke.
With the wind having momentarily ceased, the smoke swirls around her, enveloping her voluptuous figure.
Mrs. Hoshimi bends down, smiling as she scrutinizes her friend's face carefully: "Sister Himeko, how does it feel to be forced to drink by your son-in-law?"
Mrs. Kasahara gently licks her moist lip corners, closes her eyes to savor the taste: "Not bad, next time it's your turn to drink."
"Really?" Fujiwara Reya disperses the smoke with a wave of his hand.
"Heartless guy, after all I've done to please you, you're thinking of playing with Yako?" Mrs. Kasahara switches to a mournful expression, then taps his forehead with a smoking pipe, before taking a few more puffs.
The smoke grows denser.
Fujiwara Reya swats all the smoke away.
