A spacious, well-lit hall. Instructors assist young women and men in perfecting their strikes. Some are engaged in training sparring. A tall, dark-haired man with piercing black eyes was conducting a briefing for Murakami, who adjusted the belt of her white kimono.

- Have you trained before? - he asked casually.

- Um, it's been a while... - she replied. She was lazy to fully commit and showcase her capabilities. The man clapped his hands decisively.

- Very well! For now, we will focus on stance and practice the fundamental movements! The key is to take your time in mastering the basics!

Murakami nodded, inadvertently scanning the crowd for Kitty among the attendees. Sadly, she was nowhere to be found. However, leaving in the middle of the session was not an option for Murakami, so she had to feign engagement and sweat it out. By the end of the class, Kitty still had not appeared. Murakami sighed heavily. What was she even doing? What made her think that Kitty frequently attended this club's sessions? After all, her technique was quite proficient—what was she doing in a beginner's class? These thoughts were echoed by the instructor when Murakami inquired about where the performers trained.

- Certainly not here! - he laughed, as expected. - What would they be doing here? Even if you have experience and wish to join their team, you must first recall the basics; otherwise, no one will accept you into the advanced group!

Murakami realized that the chances of encountering the Cat here were nearly nonexistent. While she was not entirely inexperienced, it had been quite some time since she had engaged in such activities, and there was truth in his words. Ah, what misfortune.

Her kimono was damp with sweat, and she felt an urgent need to wash up. In the changing room, Murakami grabbed a towel and headed to the showers, letting out a sigh once more. The bright space featured five shower stalls lined up across from each other, separated only by frosted glass partitions, devoid of doors. Hooks for towels adorned the wall at the entrance. A sturdy girl finished her shower and padded past Murakami on the wet floor, taking a towel from a hook. Murakami hung her towel and stepped onto the slick tiles of a stall. She was alone in the shower. The warm water pleasantly enveloped her body after the workout. It was clear to her why her cousin and her friends were such ardent enthusiasts of various activities. Murakami herself often found, after spending too much time with them, that she instinctively gravitated toward the pull-up bar, lost in her thoughts. The body grows accustomed to physical exertion and begins to derive pleasure from it. However, Murakami's natural laziness typically triumphed in this unequal battle. The allure of lounging on the couch, engrossed in a series or a book, always overshadowed physical activity.

She heard female voices and the rustle of clothing. It seemed she would soon have company in the shower. Closing her eyes to avoid getting shampoo in them, she inadvertently listened to the conversation of two girls entering the shower.

- It’s all right, I have those kinds of problems with my boyfriend too! -  the first one said cheerfully. - It’s not a big deal!

- Yeah, he actually passed out from my passion, - replied the second girl, her pleasant, melodic voice tinged with disappointment.

It looks like the girls were friends and discussing their boyfriends. Murakami shook her head, brushing her hair from her forehead and exposing it to the warm droplets. She had never dated anyone, primarily due to… laziness. After all, it required effort—going out, courting, or accepting courtship—why bother? Moreover, she was not exactly a stunning beauty, especially compared to her cousin, who possessed an almost divine allure. Thus, suitors did not come knocking at her door, and she was quite content with that. Meanwhile, water began to patter against the tiles behind her. It seemed that one of the girls had entered the booth opposite her, not wanting to go any further. After finishing washing, Murakami turned on the faucet, turning off the water. Wiping off the drops of water, she turned to leave. But as she took a step, she froze in shock. Before her, enjoying the warm cascade of water, stood a girl at an angle. Her black hair fell just below her shoulders, and her figure was flawless—beautifully shaped breasts, a slender waist, firm, rounded hips, and graceful legs. The Kitty.

Asia was in no mood. Did that scoundrel really want to kiss her on their first date? She had never kissed anyone before, and the thought of giving her first kiss to some jerk she had randomly gone out with was simply unacceptable! Ultimately, she had no regrets about knocking him out that day in the café. However, what had transpired had already spread throughout the club, as both of them were among the most active participants. Today, after training in a small, separate room, they were heading to the showers to wash away sweat and grime, and Zufiya couldn't resist broaching the topic. For some reason, she had convinced herself that Asia and Ceville were somehow in a relationship. At first, Asia denied it, but when they went into the shower, she was already tired of explaining something and just ignored her friend's crazy fantasies. The embarrassment of that earlier incident still lingered in her mind, occupying her thoughts day and night. Once again, she found herself pacing the path near the park, hoping to run into the girl, but it was all in vain. Now, she let out a disappointed sigh as she entered the showers. Behind her, someone was washing, but Asia paid little attention, too absorbed in her thoughts.

After rinsing her hair, she ran her hands over her shoulders and felt someone's presence behind her. It seemed to her that the girl standing behind had just come out. It wasn't that Asia was particularly interested, but she instinctively turned around and her eyes widened in shock. There she stood! The girl with short red-burgundy hair, now darkened by water, droplets cascading down her flawless velvet skin. Taller than Asia, with a slender frame, slightly broad shoulders, a generous bosom, a perfectly flat stomach, and long legs — she seemed to Asia like a goddess. Her beautiful gray eyes gazed at Asia with unspoken astonishment. This moment lasted merely a second before the girl suddenly turned away and quickly moved towards the towels.

- Ah! No, wait…! - Asia exclaimed, panic surging through her as she feared the girl would leave. She lunged forward, instinctively raising her hand as if to catch her, but found that the slippery tile under her feet interfered with her intentions. The girl, shamefully slipping, knocked her forehead against the frosted partition. Thoughts raced through Asia's mind, wondering if she would fall and further injure her knees, but suddenly, gentle hands caught her. Involuntarily, she inhaled the exquisite aroma of the girl’s velvety skin, feeling the softness of her full breasts against her own chest, while a magnetic, captivating voice asked with concern:

- Are you okay?

- You! - Asia gasped in shock, clutching the girl’s neck, - Y-your voice…!

Her vision blurred, the sound in her ears became a distant hum, and Asia lost consciousness.

Murakami felt utterly awkward. First, it was rude to stare at a naked girl in the shower, and secondly, it seemed that Kitty hadn’t expected anyone to be there and looked just as shocked. Murakami wanted to leave quickly to avoid complicating the situation, but suddenly, Kitty slipped on the wet floor and nearly fell into the partition, at risk of injuring herself even more. Reacting instinctively, Murakami managed to catch her before she hit the floor. Holding her in her arms felt unusual yet strangely pleasurable. However, Kitty immediately passed out, evidently having hit her head too hard.

- Hey, Asia, what happened? - a petite girl peeked from the neighboring stall, covered in soap, frozen as she analyzed the scene.

- Your friend hit her head; I managed to catch her…

Murakami felt embarrassed, but thankfully, the girl didn’t seem to notice the oddness of their situation and, turning off the shower, helped carry Asia to the changing room. Other girls were already there, allowing Murakami to quickly gather her belongings and leave the club amidst the commotion. Her face was flushed. Kitty was simply divine! Both her face and body are flawless! So sexy! But it seems that their sudden meetings do not bring anything good. And then Murakami distracted her at the performances, which she got in the face, and now she embarrassed her so much that she even put her head down and lost consciousness!

- Oh, it's a shame... - Murakami muttered shyly to herself, thrusting her hands into the pockets of her purple hoodie, - maybe I shouldn't come at all?