<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IAV71Qp.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Akiyama Amaya<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gymnasium<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1 - Shortly after entrance ceremony<br/><strong>With:</strong>Megumi Shika, Akumi-Jo Sakuma<br/><hr/><br/>As per Megumi's request, Amaya would tie her tongue and keep the flatter to what she couldn't help but let leave.<strong>"I'll try my best"</strong>She said with a cheerful, care-free tone. Following her words was the ganguro, or rather, gyaru, as the lady so promptly explained without Amaya paying particularly much attention. It was all the same, wasn't it? She could be dressing in a polka-dotted dress and Amaya would still consider it ganguro or gyaru or whatever else belonged with the title.<br/><br/>As delightful as it was to soak up compliments for her pristine twin peaks, The joy was quickly exchanged with confusion with the ganguro-gyaru person's touch to her shoulder and request to borrow them. She'd be ready to ask what in the world such a dumb sentence meant, she felt herself almost losing her balance. For some reason, her body felt light as air. What kind of power was that? Some kind of gravity-power? But why was it so spe-<br/><br/>She'd regained her balance and looked up again. She found her eyes on height with a pair of gargantuan breast. What in the world was... She managed to straighten herself up. Why did her balance feel so off? She felt like she could fall back any second. And then she looked down on her own chest, and everything made sense. Why her bra felt so empty and out of position, why her shirt felt like it was bagging up. The only gravity that had been stolen was the gravitational poles of her breast.<br/><br/>While the tan-skin was busy admiring how Amaya's breast had messed up her shirt, Amaya herself moved her hands up to her chest, undoing a central button of her shirt and feeling underneath it, as though her breast had just deflated.<strong>"Wow, you really are flat as a washing board..."</strong>She mumbled to herself, quite amazed in all the confusion.<br/><br/>However, the amazement quickly turned into anger as the gyaru-thingy started to swing them around and play with them like they were play dough. Though, still baffled, she found herself spacing out until the strange being ahead of her started to talk about back problems before flaunting them around Megumi.<strong>"You're right, it takes a fair bit of strength, why don't I demonstrate"</strong>She mumbled, at the speed of a heartbeat she'd crossed the two steps between them and her hands were halfway around the gyaru's neck, by the next one, she'd pulled in and taken a step back, lifting up the shorter girl.<strong>"I'd imagine this would be quite comfortable if my breast were where they belong and not covered in spray-tan, but oh well, what do you think of the amazing strength that it must take to lift <em>my</em> breast around? Perhaps you want to give them back where they belong?</strong>She asked with a sly smile, happy to keep hold of the person for as long as it took to have her puppies back.<strong>"What do you say, become a washing board again, or stay afloat? If you're quick, I might even let you rest your head in them for a bit"</strong>