Kawakami, meanwhile...
Her commands
"You!" Kawakami said, pointing to Sumire Yoshizawa, who was sitting in the front row. "You're a gymnast, right? How about some stretches. Make sure you do them in such a way that nothing's exposed."
At this, Kawakami began to do some basic stretches. Made sense. She definitely wasn't as athletically inclined as Sumire.
She looked out at the audience and told another woman to twerk, then got up and began to shake and shimmy her own ass.
Between what Kawakami was doing and what Ann and Makoto were doing, the audience was in stitches.
That said, the festival was almost over...
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