<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d3/Yuas.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Mikuru Sasahara<br/>Role: Tourist (Doomed to be resident)<br/>Location: Hawawa<br/>Wearing: Skimpy maid outfit<br/>Tagging: Alicia Whitestone<br/><br/>Any last glimpses of a chance at modesty Mikuru had were soon crushed once more, as a split second later the athletic gymnast forced her with ease to stand with her arms spread out and her legs split to the sides once again. The bashful girl blushed a bright red as she looked across the audience, filled to the brim with utter embarrassment as she saw just how many lustful glances tended to be on a majority of the members in the crowd. She was completely surprised as the well-toned woman suddenly released her hold upon her, ending the show at a moment's notice. Mikuru's blush grew even greater as the eccentric futanari soon grasped her in a big hug, feeling her sizable bulge press against her lightly-covered stomach. The meek girl would have commented on how it was not like she had a choice in the ability to run away, but that apologetic expression of Alicia's made her hold off on it. It seemed as almost everyone on this island knew how to make her blush, as the comments about her form and dress somehow made her do it even more. "Y-Yes..I'd ra-rather find so-something different th-than the maid o-outfit.." She stammered out. As much as she wanted to go back to Hera, she felt like a living target for futanaris in this uniform.