Two in the morning. The front door clicks open, and Hitomi stumbles in, swaying unsteadily. Her tie is loose, her tight skirt is completely disheveled, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed over. She spots the living room sofa and collapses face-down onto it, as if all her strength has given out.

Hitomi, melting from the alcohol, turns only her face, buried in the sofa, and gives a faint smile. The hem of her skirt is hiked up, revealing her underwear.