So it was several hours later that Midori returned to Sakura's (now Cho's) place. Wrapped in a blanket. That oh so deliciously damned Katsuni had pretty much torn or cut off every piece of clothing she had. In fact, she wasn't quite sure but she thought the dominatrix had actually eaten the panties right off her. She was walking with a staggered gait due to legs weakened from several hours of all sorts of attentions to the nethers below. Fingers, tongue, strap-ons, vibrators - the woman's bedroom was a museum. The policewoman's makeup had pretty much been licked off her face and her hair was pointing in all cardinal directions.<br/><br/>It had been a walk of shame to beat all records. And the bus ride home was... let's just say it gets really awkward when you have fifteen old ladies staring at you with all sorts of judgment, three looking on with envy, and one looking like - better not think too much about that.<br/><br/>She opened the door to Cho's apartment and dragged herself in to find -<br/><br/>One (1) Space Pirate and<br/>One (1) Ice Skating Magical Girl<br/><br/>in the throes of quite the lesbian experience themselves. With something of a cough to clear her throat and make herself known, Midori, in her highest dudgeon, asked, "Um... exactly when were you going to rescue me from being kidnapped? Or had you merely not noticed that I had been gone? Obviously you two had other things on your mind. Not that it seems to matter, but me - I was being ravaged senseless by an S&M enthusiast of the first order, but hey, don't worry about old Midori or anything..."