Joy was still lying on the counter in bliss when her dazed mind processed that Kyoko was leaving.  She groaned and half-sat up, "Hey, wait, don't you want to exchange numbers or-"  But the pink styled woman who'd just deliciously fucked her was gone.  The Mugen pouted a few moments and then sighed.  "Well, what's one more mystery right now."<br/><br/>She slipped out of the store front a few minutes later, re-dressed and looking a bit mussed but none the worse for wear.  She made her way to the now familiar block of stands where the race queens lounged and saw Aika there.  "Hey."  She came up alongside her friend and smiled at her, "Had some fun, huh?  I bet Ichiro feels about ten feet tall right now.  Me too.  I feel pretty great."<br/><br/>The prompt then came up again, along with the warning that this was the last selection for the night.  Joy tilted her head at the new option and hesitated but then moved her icon to it.  She'd done plenty tonight.  Aika's icon joined hers and she smiled before they both selected it.<br/><br/>There was that odd feeling of moving without movement and they were at the end of the stands, side-by-side, as the race started.  The engines of the cars thundered and roared as Miku waved the flag to start to the race.  As the sleek cars rocketed away, Joy cheered out, "Go, Ichiro, go!"  She leaned forward and jumped up and down, arms thrusting up into the sky, her tits bouncing, "You'll do it!  You better do it!"<br/><br/>She stayed leaning over the railing, looking out at the track as the racers strove for supremacy.  So much was riding on this!  If they had Miku's help, everything would get easier.  Joy felt more nervous than she had in all the time she'd been in Hisashiro.  She reached over and took one of Aika's hands, giving it a squeeze as both women watched and hoped and, in their hearts, prayed.