A fine, misty rain drifted through the air. Some women even kicked off their high heels to stay ahead of the others, running barefoot across the slippery streets. Elderly butlers chased after them with umbrellas, shouting warnings about slippery ground and watching out for safety, but it was completely useless.
The restless mood spread through the crowd like a highly contagious virus. Before long, every woman on the street had broken into a run. They should have been poised, elegant elite socialites of Tokyo riding in top-tier luxury cars, but at this moment they looked like wild horses breaking free of their tethers, just short of tossing their heads and letting out joyous neighs.
All this madness among the women originated from the host club at the end of the street. The giant neon sign of Takamagahara flickered faintly in the fine rain and thin mist.
Chapter 741