They make it to the hotel

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

An unusual sight awaited those passing by the Seaside Clamshell Inn that night. The few passersby were greeted with sight of two highschool vixens riding along on a motorbike, their young bodies on full display. While Mitsuru was somewhat correct that such sights were not unheard of on Shirakowa Boulevard, they were very rare and **** even for the folk who frequented the district. And while no one was likely to call the police (the general understanding being what happens on Shirakowa stays there) that hardly meant the pair would not turn heads. Probably moreso, really. If the clientele of Shirakowa tended towards being circumspect with on another's affairs, it also attract a heavy dose of perverted men (and women!) who would not shy away from enjoying a free show when one was offered. It wasn't long after the pair had parked that they found themselves passing dozens upon dozens of leering faces and the occasional flashing camera. Covering their private bits (what little good that might achieve) and hurrying along the side walk was their only recourse, and yet the parade of grinning faces seemed to stretch around the block (more and more drawn to the commotion, like a hoard of zombie voyeurs). Minako looked like she might burst into tears at any moment, and even the assertive Mitsuru looked in agony by the time they fled into the hotel lobby.

"That...was horrible." Minako whined inbetween breaths.

"Yes...well." Mitsuru said, quite winded herself from the trek to the hotel, the last several meters of which had been made in a dead run. "I admit I did not think the street would be so...lively."

"Oh, I'm sure any other night of the week it would have been a ghost town. Its just tonight there has to be a throng, because clearly the universe wants us to be at the center of every sleazeball's fantasy tonight!" Minako complained.

As she recovered and stood up, Minako visibly winced in pain.

"Minako-chan, are you okay?" Mitsuru asked.

"Oh. Yeah. I'm fine." Minako said, blushing intensely under Mitsuru's suspicious gaze. "Its really nothing serious. I...ummm...our little...performance at the theater...left me a little tender...down there...and your motorcycle vibrates. A lot."

"Ah." Mitsuru said. "I'm...glad it wasn't just me then."

The pair stared at each other, then burst out laughing. One thing Minako did have to admit. While having a partner in shame made the naked humiliation no less unbearable, it made the aftermath a little easier to cope with.

"...Mitsuru?" Came a voice from behind the pair. Both girls froze in alarm. That voice, although full of shock and disbelief, could never hide the air of disdain and snobbery inherent in the inflection. No. Out of all the places, that man couldn't possibly be here...

Author's Note: Mitsuru's (Ex) Fiancee is never given a name in the game itself. I've taken the liberty of picking something that sounds thematically appropriate and sterotypically upper class douche.

The pair turned to see a well-dressed man with short black hair and a white suit, his nose upturned in disgust.

"Masterson-san!" Minako almost screamed in surprise.

"Dominic. What...what are you doing here?" Mitsuru managed to **** out.

"I am here, at this lovely hotel, to make reservations for my honeymoon." Dominic replied, glowering at the two women.

"Your getting married. That's wonderful." Mitsuru said, flinching under his hard gaze.

"Yes, I am. Now...to my earlier question. What in the name of sin are you doing here, with that common girl, without a stitch to your name. I knew the Kirijos were shameless, but this..." He trailed off.

Mitsuru bristled at the comment, but then seemed to deflate. Even...smile? Minako stared in puzzlement, then silently screamed when she found herself curling up next to her senpai in an overtly sexual manner. Not again, she thought to herself.

"Oh, Dominic, you were right about me. Do you remember the last time we spoke?" Mitsuru asked, the meek tone to her voice sounding quite alien.

"As I recall, it was when you broke off our engagement. Something to do with this bit of common filth, in fact." Masterson said, pointing at Minako.

"Indeed! And you were so very right! Consorting with commoners has led to nothing but trouble. Why, today do you know what she did?" Mitsuru said, speaking like some high class gossip.

No, Senpai! Don't tell him that!

"Why, she stripped herself naked in a movie theater, then stripped ME naked when I tried to protest, and proceeded to orally pleasure me until we were kicked out, and then brought us to climax in a back alley while a group of commoners watched our display! Can you believe it?" Mitsuru said, chatting along as if nothing was strange, her body language perfectly casual. If not for the brief eye contact she made with Minako, a gaze that held the same wide eyed panic and shame Minako had felt when her own mind was held hostage earlier that night, Minako herself might have believed the performance.

Oh, Senpai! I'm so sorry! I know we can get through this! Just hold on a little longer!

"As...appalling as that ghastly little tale is, I believe every word of it, Mitsuru. I warned you were headed for a bad end. I never imagined you would crash as hard as this...but I did warn you." Dominic said, moving past the two.

"Yes, Dominic, you were right. You were so very good to me while I was yours! I'm sorry I allowed this degenerate lesbian trollop to lure me away from the sweet, obedient wife you deserved. But please...can I apologize?" Mitsuru asked.

Minako and Mitsuru's eyes met again. The pleading look Mitsuru was giving her broke Minako's heart. She hoped she could somehow communicate all the absolution and understanding she wanted to convey in return. The Shadows had robbed her mouth of words, and eyes were a poor substitute.

"Save your breath. There is nothing you could ever do or say to atone for the insult you handed me that day!"

"Please, Dominic! Please! Let me, and my new paramour, apologize and accept your stern retribution as penance!" Mitsuru said.

Minako felt butterflies in her stomach as Dominic slowly turned around. The look of unmitigated dread in Mitsuru's eyes implied she knew exactly what that meant, and did not like it at all.

"....a true apologize is not delivered while standing up." Dominic said slowly, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

"Of course." Mitsuru said, starting to go to her knees.

"Oh no. Outside! I believe everyone will want to hear this." Dominic turned towards the night attendant. "Sir, I believe you have certain...accoutrements available for...carnal games and the like? I require your stoutest paddle."

Minako now shared the terror in Mitsuru's eyes.