Midori suddenly found herself blushing and sweating. The memories of a hundred blissful nights in a college dorm came rushing back to her head. Oh why oh why did Natsuko have to choose a life of crime? "N...N...Natsu-chan?" she asked, stammering and red-faced. A stray hand moved into the catgirl's hair, stroking it with the precision brought by ceaseless practice from a time long ago.