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There's a thug in an alley, scouting for easy prey. He's got a knife, it should be even easier.
Then he spots a tall, slender lady out there, strutting in stilettos. A lone, sexy lady in the dark of the night! And look at that dress! Her exposed left leg! Delicious! From her accessories she looks fucking rich too!
The thug tiptoes and pounces at her from behind, catching her in a neck lock and dragging her into the dark alley. A hand on her mouth, he whispers with a lecherous grin, "Let's have some fun here."
The lady doesn't even say a thing, she just bends over and throws the thug off-balance. The next thing the thug feels is a blow to his gut.
"Ow!"
And there's a crunch. His arm hurts like hell and what he learns next is it's twisted in an unnatural angle, held by no one but that lady. His knife is now on the floor.
The lady smiles. "It was fun indeed."
She begins humming and drags him into a...dance? It's supposed to be fun but the thug is about to shit his pants now. He's getting swung around like a ragdoll.
And the last thing he sees is the wall coming to greet his face.
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"Homare-san! I was so worried! Wandering around in Nobara's costume late at night is dangerous!"
"Worry not, Director-kun! In fact, the danger of this role study stirred my poetic spirits! Call that killing two birds with one stone!"
Homare happily climbs up the staircase, but Izumi couldn't shake off a feeling of dread…
Suddenly, she feels more worried about the poor thugs who happened to cross paths with the poet.