"Good," she replied to his affirmation that he'd win.  As he put away his own piece, Aika saw to readjusting her own clothes, getting them back in pixel-perfect place (or was that simply a matter of this being the world of the game?), before he opened the door to get out of the car.  "I'll do that...see you around, Ichi-kun," she dropped the affectionate nickname with a tone that sounded like it had just come out of a barrel of honey.  Aika thought that as amazing as the sex was, she would have been a bit wobbly...<br/><br/>...but the exact opposite was true.  Her legs felt strong as she strutted back to the queen's stand for the final circuit.  The Tennin mystic could see Miku across the way, chatting up one of the other drivers.<em>He'll never win.  Not with the good fortune I just handed out on a platter.</em>You had to do what it took in order to win, right?  She might have been the Queen of Fortune, but Fortune itself was fickle...when destiny itself was on your side, though, that never went away.<br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>It felt so good.  All there was was her, Kyoko, that piece of plastic, and the thing that was currently holding her up.  Awareness of anything else...did it really matter?  Because<em>damn</em>this felt good.  And oh yes, Kyoko noticed that Joy's enormous American 'gifts' were especially sensitive compared to the rest of her.  But she did not utilize them...for now.  It seemed like she was trying to challenge herself, to make Joy...no, to amend.  To give Joy everything she was asking for without having to use what was assuredly the greatest asset that the Japanese woman had access to at the moment.  And if she was that good...only<em>imagine</em>what she could do if she<em>did</em>decide to lay hands on Joy's rack.<br/><br/>Sadly, Joy's orgasm was only to her alone - but Kyoko did seem to enjoy the ecstatic rapture on her face as she came and came<em>hard</em>- and no, it would seem that despite her volume, nobody seemed to notice...granted, that might have been because in the close confinement of the store, and with all the music and rumbling cars outside, it would be...more difficult to hear, but there was also the possibility...this was a game.  Maybe it simply had not been programmed in.<br/><br/>Kyoko smirked and stepped back from the American as she came down from the high.  "Looks like you had a good bit of fun tonight.  Hope to see you around."  She unlocked the piece of plastic from her waist, pulled a small cloth from her pocket, wiped down the still-wet instrument, and slipped it back into her pocket...then disappeared right out of the front door, practically ghosting Joy!<br/><br/>It would only be once she had recovered, and made it back to Aika at the queen's stand, that the familiar prompt itself would appear.<br/><br/><div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt">Warning: Final Selection of this WORK block</tt></div><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">&gt;HOPE FOR VICTORY<br/>&gt;INVESTIGATE<br/>&gt;CHAT</tt><br/><br/>That was...new.  And given what they were seeing, they could both select it...