New York, Long Island.
Brilliant sunlight spilled outside the hotel, filtering through the light-blue printed door curtain, casting a faint halo that spread throughout the bedroom.
On the wide bed, a shapely, snow-white leg rested on the covers. The woman lay on her side, her gaze upwards. The slit of her nightgown was open to her waist, where a thin purple ribbon was tied, leaving a shallow imprint on her slender waist.
"HMM..." A gentle sound echoed in the air as Morimoto Chiyoda awoke. She glanced at the ceiling and blinked, letting her thoughts return.
She picked up her phone, unlocked it, and saw it was already 8:21 a.m. Staying up so late the night before had caused her to oversleep a bit.
