The nude chase!

[Ichi]

"Now who are you... and what do you want with my Prey..." asked Zhu Rong ominously.

At that moment, Yukina's survival instinct was screaming at her to run---but something inside Yukina simply could not leave Miria to be tortured by Zhu Rong. Considering that she would probably not be able to fend off Zhu Rong, Yukina knew that fighting Zhu Rong was not an option. Telling the truth probably would not work either. Therefore, Yukina decided to come up with a lie on the spot to hopefully get Zhu Rong to back off.

"My name is Jamie Maxwell. I'm an... off-duty nurse at LAW," said Yukina, her heart pounding in her ears. "I was told by management to check on... this woman's condition. Given the physical exertion she was under, she is likely in a very tenuous condition right now."

Yukina knelt down and examined the pitiful state that Miria was in. After seeing Miria's barely-conscious and broken body, it was clear to Yukina that Miria was in a bad state but was not in any life-threatening danger---regardless, Yukina figured that it probably would be a good idea for Miria to get some actual medical attention soon. Yukina then placed her hand on Miria's back, paused for a moment, and then said "Hmm... could this be a case of ejaculation-induced acute hyponatremia?" Yukina decided to say those medical-sounding terms to sound more legitimate---thankfully, due to having two doctors in her immediate family, Yukina knew some medical terminology.

Yukina would attempt to continue "inspecting" Miria, hoping that Zhu Rong would go away or at least not attack. Provided that there were no interruptions, Yukina's attention would almost immediately be drawn to the vibrating dildo buzzing away inside of Miria's sex. "How horrible..." Yukina would think as she could only imagine what it might feel like to be tortured by such a device for an extended period of time. Wanting to give Miria some relief, Yukina would attempt to look for an off-switch on the device but would be unable to find one. After failing to find an off-switch, Yukina would recall that Zhu Rong had used a remote control to operate the dildo and turn to face Zhu Rong.

"Do you still have the remote for the... uh... toy?" Yukina would ask as her body slightly shook out of fear. "If so, may I have it?" At that point, Yukina would just be stalling for time. Because she was not actually a medical professional, she wanted to avoid actually physically doing anything to Miria. Furthermore, Yukina was uncomfortable with the idea of touching another woman's sexual fluids or pulling a sex toy out of another woman. Thus, Yukina would not even attempt to remove the dildo from Miria.

Then, a realization would hit Yukina: there would be very little reason for her try to turn the dildo off when she could simply remove it. Realizing this, her heart would skip a beat and a small amount of sweat would form on her forehead. Yukina would hope that Zhu Rong did not notice her little slip-up; otherwise, Yukina would once again have to think of something to say on the spot.

[The Riders]

Listening to Yukina ramble on and on bout how she works for management, how she is a nurse and such for the company , and how Miria is in very tenuous condition, each sentence brings an eye roll and glare on Zhu face at being denied her prize. How dare this nobody tell her what she can and can't do.

Seeing the nurse inspecting her prize and saying some big words, Zhu is tapping her foot along waiting until she is done, since she is not finished with Miria and a off duty nurse trying to tell her something. Well if she wants to play that game then she can but Zhu will make sure that Yukina regrets it.. Smirking after hearing her ask her for the remote instead of removing it herself.

"Your a nurse... right don't you take it out yourself hmm..." walking closer to both women now, and squats in front of Yukina looking into her eyes a crazed look in hers "If I think your lying to me... I will claim you as well Yukina... Now take the toy out of that little slut cunt."

Demanding the nurse do it or the promise of being placed in a submission hold looms, the tense feeling returning as the cameras are eagerly waiting to see what happens next.

[Ichi]

Yukina's heart skipped a beat as she realized that Zhu Rong had gotten suspicious---in fact, it seemed like Zhu Rong may have already seen through her ruse. Moreover, the look in Zhu Rong's eyes was extremely unsettling. Still, Yukina decided to push her luck just a little more. "I am off duty. As such, there are liability issues if I go further than a cursory inspection. I can justify turning the toy off to my supervisor but I cannot justify removing it," stated Yukina, her voice slow and even as she looked directly into Zhu Rong's eyes.

"What am I doing?" thought Yukina before turning back to Miria to continue the "inspection". She knew that Miria was technically not her problem. Yukina also knew that no one would blame her for leaving Miria to her fate---at least, not when doing so would put Yukina in considerable danger. Still, Yukina did not feel comfortable abandoning Miria either.

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Meanwhile, LAW security would be on standby, ready to intervene the moment that the situation got dangerous. In truth, LAW management never intended to let Zhu Rong take Miria home with her. Instead, LAW management had planned to let this situation play out for as long as possible to create extra drama. The security team had been specifically instructed not to intervene unless someone was about to get hurt or if Zhu Rong was about to leave the premises with Miria. Moreover, the security guards were told to not attempt any deescalation and to simply use force if or when it was necessary.

And at that moment, there were no less than ten security guards were lying in wait, just outside of sight and ready to come rushing in.

[The Riders]

Zhu knows that the woman is lying to her face to protect Miria, but to have someone who you barely know stand up in front of a trained wrestler like this woman did even having the guys to try and show no fear even through she is shaking... Does move her since it showed bravely in the face of a Goddess.

Approaching the woman who back is now turned to her, sliding her arms around the woman frame and body. Pressing her back against her chest leaning close before whispering in the nurse ear. "I know your lying to me... But I will allow you one mercy ... for being brave.." her hand sliding up the woman body before resting on her face tilting her head to the side.

Zhu sticks her tongue out licking the woman face with it slowly as if tasting her. "You been marked... The next time we meet You will be my prey next.." Letting her go as a afterthought giving Miria a disappointing look before reaching down and yanking the vibrating didlo out of the poor girl pussy.

I look forward to the rematch Miria... say make it a pow or something more where I can break you.." Leaning down to lick Miria cheek with her tongue giving the nurse one more look, before she stalks down the hallway still humming that chilling lullaby.

[Ichi]

Ice. Frigid ice. That is what shot up Yukina's spine when Zhu Rong pressed up against her and said those chilling words. Yukina sat there, completely frozen, as Zhu Rong's hand slowly crawled up her side. Once Zhu Rong's hand reached Yukina's face, Yukina went ghostly pale as the blood drained from her face. She felt like her entire body had been stricken with frost, and even Zhu Rong's warm tongue did very little to warm Yukina up. Although Yukina normally would have grimaced at being licked like that, Yukina simply stared blankly ahead, her entire body frozen in terror.

"You been marked... The next time we meet You will be my prey next..."

And just when Yukina thought her blood could not run any colder, Zhu Rong found a way to inspire even more terror in Yukina. Despite that, Yukina managed to keep her composure. Miria, on the other hand...

"KYAAAAAHHHH!!!" cried Miria as Zhu Rong yanked the dildo out of her womanhood. As the dildo was pulled out, Miria's womanly walls tightly squeezed the dildo, as if they were unwilling to part with the pleasurable vibrations and feeling of fullness. However, the tightness with which Miria's walls clamped down on the dildo caused the sensation of the toy's removal to be much more intense. Unable to take the sudden influx of pleasure, Miria's sex spasmed as cum squirted from Miria's tortured womanhood. Miria's eyes immediately rolled back as she got lost in yet another orgasm, unable to process anything that Zhu Rong said.

WARNING: THINGS GET DARK FROM THIS POINT ONWARD. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Spoilered for being dark

Zhu Rong would then walk away, in the direction opposite to where the security guards were waiting. For about thirty seconds afterwards, the halls were nearly dead silent. Then, Miria slowly turned onto her back, breathing heavily but appearing to be alert. Immediately, the cameras began to swarm around Miria, eager to get a look at her vanquished body. The cameramen paid no attention to Yukina, shoving her out of the way as if she were some mundane object, not even worthy of attention. Soon, Miria was surrounded by cameras, all trained on her vulnerable, naked body.

"N... no...." whimpered Miria weakly as the cameras zoomed in on her intimate areas. Fresh tears began to stream down her face as she knew that her body would be on full display for the world to see. She felt like a piece of meat being picked apart from all directions by ravenous vultures. Like she had been used, exploited for the entertainment of the crowd in the arena and the viewers at home. Like those around her would continue to take from her with no regard for her feelings or privacy. She felt exposed, as if every inch of her had been forcibly laid bare to the world---and in a physical sense, that was exactly what had happened.

Desperate to shield herself from the invasive gaze of the cameras, Miria turned onto her side, shutting her legs and slightly curling up. "Stop! Please! I can't take it! It's... it's too much!" wailed Miria, her hysterical sobbing echoing throughout the hallways. She knew going into her match that she was being offered up as a sacrifice, an offering meant to satiate the sexual desire of the ravenous crowd---but what she did not expect was that Zhu Rong would be allowed to take her like that. Miria felt alone. Everyone with power seemed intent on using her for their own twisted gains, and even those who did want to help her had very little power to do so. Miria felt as if she were stranded in a sea of callousness, the waves crashing over her as she desperately clung onto a decrepit life preserver that did little to keep her from drowning.

Miria continued lying on the ground, shaking with despair as her tears continued to coat the unforgiving floor. The ground pressed uncomfortably against Miria's petite curves, affording no comfort to the defeated woman as the cameras continued to capture every detail of Miria's body. Although most of the cameramen felt guilty about recording Miria in such a state, they continued to record Miria without uttering any words.

"Let's just go," stated one of the cameramen, breaking the silence. His voice uncertain and tentative as he nervously looked around at his fellow cameramen, unsure if they shared his sentiment. He knew that LAW expected them to get footage but continuing to film at this point seemed gratuitous. Plus which, seeing Miria beg and cry disturbed the man deeply. He waited anxiously for a few moments, afraid that his the other cameramen would listen. Thankfully, most of his fellow cameramen nodded in agreement and all of the cameramen began to leave.

Once the cameramen left, the hallway was once again silent except for the despaired sobs of Miria.

NOTE: The events described in the spoilered text below would not have been broadcast. As such, these events would not be known to other characters in-universe.

Spoilered because these events are not public knowledge in-universe

WARNING: THIS WILL GET DARK. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

"Why did we record for that long and that... intimately?" asked the hesitant cameraman who spoke up earlier. The cameramen had since turned off all of their cameras so nothing was being broadcast at that moment.

The most experienced cameraman chimed in. "It's our job. LAW takes care of the legal stuff. But..." The man paused and stroked his beard a few times. "It was time to stop. You made the right call, kid."

"Thanks. I'm glad that---"

"I for one don't give a fuck," interrupted one of the other cameramen, the only cameraman to not nod in agreement earlier. The man's voice had a snakelike quality to it and his eyes belied a cruel nature, but this was the first time that his coworkers had heard him utter more than a few words at one time: the man almost always kept to himself, speaking very little. "If that slut was stupid enough to get into that situation, she deserves whatever happens to her. Not my fault she decided to---"

"That's enough! Go home! Now!" commanded the most experienced cameraman as the rest simply stood there, mouths agape in shock.

"Fine, whatever!" spat the cruel cameraman. The man quickly turned around and began heading in the opposite direction. "Overly-sensitive cunts..." muttered the man as he stormed down the hallway, camera in hand.

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"It's okay now, you're safe," reassured Yukina as she gently touched Miria's shoulder. Miria was lying on her side, curled up, sandwiched between Yukina's jacket and the cold, cruel floor. Tears streamed down Miria's face as she continually let out despaired wails. But all Yukina could do was offer some minor consolation and wait for help to arrive.

Then, the sound of high heels clacking on the floor echoed throughout the hallway. A woman dressed in a punk-rock style but sporting a white doctor's coat rounded the corner and began approaching Miria and Yukina. Behind the woman were two lines consisting of security guards each with one line on each side of the woman.

The woman's appearance

"Don't worry, you're safe now," reassured the woman soothingly as she made eye contact with Miria who had a look of relief on her face. "I'm with the LAW medical team. My name is Doctor Ta---"

Suddenly, the cameraman who stormed off earlier rounded the corner on the opposite end of the hallway to where the doctor had entered. All eyes in that hallway immediately turned to look at the cameraman, who appeared to be recording. However, a few moments later, the focus would shift yet again.

"Now, let me see the patient," commanded the punk-rock doctor bluntly, breaking the silence. Her tone of voice made it clear that her statement was a command rather than a request. Wasting no time, she quickly pushed her way past Yukina and squatted down next to Miria. Immediately, her hand grabbed Yukina's jacket and yanked it off of Miria, exposing Miria's body to the world once again.

"W-why?!" cried Miria as she tried to cover herself. "Why did you do that?!"

"Good. Patient is responsive and coherent," remarked the punk-rock doctor. Then, without skipping a beat, the doctor asked, "Your condition. How is it?"

"Wait... wha?"

"Let me put it differently: how are you feeling?"

"I... ummm... well... okay, but extremely tired."

"Understood. Any pains?"

"Ummm... ah... no, I'm o-okay..." Miria began bawling yet again. She felt like nothing more than a physical form being examined in a lab, being violated once again---the only difference was that the punk-rock doctor's actions were ostensibly intended to help Miria. Miria had heard of the concept of the "medical gaze" before but somehow, the way she was being treated seemed to transcend even that.

"The patient is fine," stated the punk-rock doctor to no one in particular. "No prior history noted in her records. Cursory examination reveals no abnormalities." The punk-rock doctor gestured behind her. "It's obvious that this is just a case of exhaustion. Give the patient the electrolyte sports drinks I brought," ordered the doctor to one of the security guards.

The security guard slowly approached and dropped a six-pack of LAW-branded electrolyte sports drinks next to Miria before standing up. "Looks like the patient will not be contributing to LAW's mortality statistic---unless, of course, the patient has a secret undiagnosed brain aneurysm that suddenly decides to rupture. Then it's a permanent field trip to the morgue." After briskly turning around, the doctor began to walk away, her high heels making an audible clacking noise with each step she took.

"Hold on!" yelled Yukina, clearly upset. "Your bedside manner is utterly horrible! I find it hard to believe that anyone with that attitude made it out of residency! No decent doctor would talk that way in front of someone they are treating!"

The punk-rock doctor froze for a moment. The tip of her tongue brushed over her lips before gently biting her lower lip. Then, as if catching herself, her face quickly returned to normal. "If the treatment works, what difference does patient satisfaction make?" stated the punk-rock doctor without even bothering to look back at Yukina.

"A lot, actu---"

"None. As long as I am cordial enough to wring out the necessary information, as long as make the patient better, it does not matter how my 'bedside manner' is."

"Hold it!" yelled Yukina as the punk-rock doctor slipped around the corner and out of sight. "What is your name?!

"Doctor Takemi. Takemi Tae, shouted Tae from around the corner. The security guards followed the doctor and soon there were only three people in that hallway. The hallway would once again fall silent for about a minute, save for the sound of Miria's soft sobs.

WARNING: Things get really dark after this point. Proceed with caution. Reader discretion is advised.

Spoilered because this is even darker

NOTE: The stuff below is NOT intended to be erotic.

Suddenly, Miria yelled out panicked cries of protest. "No! What are you...?! Stop!" cried Miria as she tried desperately to cover herself by curling up into a ball and lying on her side. The cruel cameraman had approached Miria and was invasively filming her from all sorts of angles. Miria's arms were wrapped tightly around her breasts, shielding them from view.

"What are you---" roared Yukina before she was cut off.

The cruel cameraman spat back, "Shut up! I'm just doing my job. You know, gathering footage. 'Cause I'm a cameraman?" The cameraman skirted around Miria and began pointing his camera at Miria's womanhood which was peeking out from between her legs. Immediately, Miria moved one of her hands to cover her nethers.

"Stop! Leave me be!" begged Miria as she feebly tried to crawl away.

You better move those hands, or else---

Suddenly, the glass doors leading to the outside swung open, revealing a relatively unassuming woman wearing a brown leather jacket. The woman was taller than average, fit, and had white hair that had a slight blue-gray tint to it. Then, walking towards the cameraman, the woman said "So, what's happening here?"

The white-haired woman's appearance

"None of your fucking business," snapped the man. I'm a cameraman, doing my job. Now fuck off."

"But the match is over and the live stream cut off."

"Oh yeah? Well not everything makes it to air, you stupid bitch," barked the cameraman as his left hand moved to grab the hand that Miria was using to cover her womanhood. Suddenly, the woman sprung forward, closing the remaining distance and grabbing onto the cameraman's forearm before he could touch Miria.

"Come on, the match is over. Can you not see that she does not want to be filmed?" The woman's voice had an ominous edge to it as she glared directly at the cameraman. For a moment, a bit of fear flashed through the cameraman's eyes, but it was quickly replaced with rage.

"What part of 'it's my job' and 'I'm a cameraman' do you not understand? Stupid bitch, as they all are. Go suck a---"

"And what part of---"

"Don't fucking interrupt me!" screamed the man with a deranged look in his eyes, his back completely turned to the woman as he continued to leer at Miria's nude form. "I have every goddamn right to record this dirty whore's body! This bitch signed a fucking LAW contract, so her body is public fucking domain! Free for public use by---"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" roared the woman as her grip on the cameraman's arm became painfully tight. "YOU DON'T TREAT HUMANS IN THAT FUCKING MANNER, YOU---"

CRASH! The sound of shattering glass and breaking plastic echoed throughout the hallway as the cameraman's camera hit the floor. With his right hand now free, the cameraman spun around, throwing a wild punch aimed right at the woman's jaw!

But the punch never found its mark. Instead, the woman used her grip on the cameraman's left arm to pull him slightly off-balance, causing the punch to miss its target by almost a meter. Feeling the woman pulling on his arm, the man tried to yank his arm in the opposite direction, but by that time, the woman had already positioned herself behind him. An instant later, the woman had casually shoved the man away from Miria.

The man stumbled forward before tripping onto the floor below. He quickly scrambled to his feet and turned to glare at the woman. His eyes were filled with bitter malice as his right hand reached into his pocket to grab something.

"Claire! Watch out!" yelled Yukina as she finally snapped out of her shock. "He might have a---"

Before Yukina could finish her statement, Claire had already rushed in. Seeing Claire rapidly advancing on him, the man fumbled with the item in his pocket and it fell out, clattering on the floor---it was a folding knife that had not yet been opened. Upon realizing he had lost his weapon, the man threw a desperate left hook at Claire, only for it to meet air. By that time, Claire had already lowered her level and grabbed the man's legs. An instant later, the man was off the ground, his center of gravity directly over Claire's shoulder. Then, before the man could even begin struggling, Claire slammed the man to the ground.

The man's head hit the ground with a dull thud, knocking him out instantly. What followed was a flurry of grappling that ended with Claire being behind the man, her feet hooked around the inside of the man's thighs, and her arms applying a rear naked choke to the man. Claire's arms squeezed around the man's neck as if trying to pop the man's head like a balloon.

"Claire! Control yourself!" yelled Yukina with desperation in her voice. Yukina was not sure how far Claire would go but she knew that Claire could act impulsively at times.

"Don't worry. I won't kill him," said Claire as she loosened the choke. Claire tried to talk in a reassuring tone but her anger was still noticeable in her voice. "The stuff this bastard said does not sit well with me. For a number of reasons." Claire's voice gradually became calmer as she spoke. "I can tell you more lat---"

"Fuckin' whore! Go back to sucking co---"

"Silence," hissed Claire as she reapplied the choke. At that moment, Claire's face showed an expression that was more irritated than angry. "Yukina, call security. I do not want to hold onto this... person for longer than I need to."

As if on cue, ten security guards came running out. "Apologies for the delay. We came back as fast as we could," stated the leader of the group. Immediately, three security guards approached Claire and the cameraman. Claire was promptly relieved of her restraining duty and the cameraman was placed in handcuffs. After the cameraman was taken off of Claire's hands, Claire walked towards Miria.

Side Note: The Cruel Cameraman

The Cruel Cameraman got arrested but was later released on bail. While he was out on bail, he attempted to sexually-assault a woman in a stairwell. However, he was unsuccessful in his attempt as the woman managed to keep him at bay. Some people heard the commotion and came out to investigate and upon hearing the people approaching, the man tried to run away. In the process, the man tripped and fell headfirst down the stairs. His head slammed into one of the steps, resulting in a fatal subdural hematoma.

"Hey there," said Claire in a soft voice as she knelt down beside Miria. "You've had a really rough time, I can tell." Claire began taking her leather jacket off. "Can you sit up?"

"Y-yeah..." squeaked Miria as she slowly sat up. Claire finished removing her jacket and gently placed it over Miria's shoulders, giving Miria a sense of relief as her body was shielded from the outside world for the first time in what seemed like hours. Then, Claire grabbed one of the sports drinks that the doctor had left earlier.

"Here," offered Claire as she unscrewed the cap on the drink. "You must be thirsty." With weak, shaking arms, Miria grabbed onto the drink with both of her hands and began to drink. Within about ten seconds, the bottle was completely empty.

"Wow!" exclaimed Claire, mildly impressed at how quickly Miria had finished the drink. "That's impressive. The fight must have taken a lot out of you, huh?"

"It wasn't much of a fight," mumbled Miria as her eyes began to water once more. "I was pretty weak... and all I did was cry afterwards..." Fresh tears began pouring down Miria's face as she began shaking. "I'm so pathetic! Weak! All those other women take it so well but I... I am just a doll to be humiliated and abused, just so that the fans can have something to think about when they jerk off at night!" Torrents of sorrow began freely flowing down Miria's face as her body tensed up. "IT'S LIKE I'M NOT EVEN FUCKING HUMAN!"

Claire's arms immediately wrapped around Miria, pulling the suffering woman in close. No words were exchanged, but Claire held Miria tightly, gently stroking Miria's hair. Miria sobbed and wailed into Claire's chest, and Claire merely sat there, perfectly content to be used as a source of comfort.

Spoilered due to extremely dark implications

"You're not weak," whispered Claire. "You went through a lot. A lot of women would also cry in your position. And..." Claire's voice trailed off and she paused for a moment. "[REDACTED]"

"I... I see... [REDACTED]?"

Claire hesitated for a moment before answering. "[REDACTED]"

Miria's eyes grew wide with shock. "But... that would mean that---"

"Yes. But that just goes to show that people can recover from this stuff. Specifically, you can overcome this."

"But... I'm not strong. Not like you are..."

Claire shrugged. "Who's to say I'm actually strong? I'm probably not as strong as you think."

"But you dealt with that... man like it was nothing. And you lived through... you know..."

"Well, I had training so there's that. And the amount of hardship that people can live through is astonishing," Claire explained. "But... it does help to have a goal to focus on during tough situations. And to relentlessly pursue that goal."

"What sort of goals did you have?" asked Miria as she removed her head from Claire's chest and looked into Claire's eyes.

"Back then, it was survival. These days, it's been to protect others. And..." Claire paused for a moment, unsure if she wanted to say what she had in mind. "And... to hurt those who hurt others," admitted Claire as she looked at the floor, unable to meet Miria's gaze. "Of course, that's bad. I really should have more control."

For a few moments, there was an awkward silence. Then, Miria reached out and gave Claire a hug. After getting over her initial surprise, Claire hugged Miria back. "You're a good person. Please don't forget that," whispered Miria.

"Thanks," said Claire with a smile as her eyes began to water a little. "Thank you." Claire patted Miria on the back a few times before saying "See? You're pretty tough---you're already bouncing back!"

"It still hurts though..."

"Yeah, it takes a while for that to fade. But anyways, you're not letting things keep you down! A lot of people wouldn't be willing or able to hold a conversation like this." Claire patted Miria on the head. "And you know what else? You fought like hell out there tonight. And even when it appeared that you had been broken, you still managed to pull yourself up and fight."

Miria's tears began flowing once more but this time they were not tears of bitter sadness---instead, they were tears of thankfulness. Th-thank you," squeaked Miria, her tears once again wetting Claire's shirt. The two women silently embraced for a while before being interrupted.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but the police need both of your testimonies for their report," interrupted Yukina.

"Sure, just let me get up." Miria tried to climb to her feet but her limbs were visibly shaking, struggling to lift Miria off of the ground.

"Hey! Easy! Easy! Rest a little!" interjected Claire as she gently put her hand on Miria's shoulder to prevent Miria from getting up. Then, turning to Yukina, Claire stated "She's tired. This can be done tomorrow. Let her rest."

Yukina sighed before turning to Claire. "Alright, Miria can give hers later. You on the other hand can---"

"---stay with Miria and take care of her," said Claire, finishing Yukina's sentence.

Another sigh left Yukina's lips. "Alright. Then that means I'll be calling you tomorrow to remind you."

Claire laughed and gave Yukina a sheepish smile: when it came to getting tasks done, Claire was not always the most focused or timely. Yukina was well-aware of this fact.

Suddenly, the sound of a wheelchair rolling could be heard. "Apologies for interrupting. I have a wheelchair and a clean change of clothes for Miria," announced Tae as she rolled into sight. "Sorry I didn't make it here soo---"

"You again," hissed Yukina. It was the doctor from earlier with the poor bedside manner. Immediately, Tae's eyes turned towards the ground.

"I apologize for my earlier actions. They were inappropriate," admitted Tae quietly as her gaze oscillated between Yukina and Miria. An awkward silence filled the air.

The silence lasted for what seemed like minutes before being broken. "Oh, hey Dr. Takemi," greeted Claire, breaking the silence as she got to her feet and began walking towards the wheelchair. "Remember me? You gave me a physical when I first started in LAW."

"I do remember you, Claire. Claire Thomas, age twenty-two, birthday November 14th," recited Tae. Claire grabbed the spare clothes off of the wheelchair and began walking back towards Miria. Suddenly, a slight mischievous grin spread across Tae's face. "Bust-waist-hip measurements are---"

"Hey! No need to tell them that!" protested Claire as she started to laugh.

"You... know her?" asked Miria with slight hesitation in her voice.

"Yeah. I was her first patient at LAW. She's signed on as both a doctor and a wrestler," answered Claire as she handed the clothes to Miria. "Here you go. Let me know if you need any help getting dressed," said Claire before giving Miria's nose an affectionately playful boop.

Then, Claire headed towards the broken camera from earlier. She knelt down and inspected it: the camera seemed dead and did not appear to be recording. "Hey Dr. Takemi, it's most likely off. So don't worry."

"At this point, that is of little import. It should not matter to me," said Tae in a distant manner. "And please call me Tae. That way, I won't be confused with the other Dr. Takemi."

"Sure. Tae's easier to say anyways. Anyways, are they still pushing you as 'Miss Death'?"

"Unfortunately, yes," replied Tae, her eyes downcast. "Miria and..."

"Yukina," said Yukina and Claire in unison.

"Yes. They can attest to that, unfortunately."

Claire thought for a moment before coming to a realization. "I think I understand what happened now." Claire pulled her foot back as if she was going to kick the camera but then paused. "Anyways, if you want, I can bust up this camera and make sure that footage of you is destroyed. It's your call, Miria."

"That footage can be used as evidence, you know," interjected Yukina.

"Oh. Right. Still your call though, Miria."

"It's okay... you don't have to do that," mumbled Miria. "I'd rather see that man brought to justice anyways. Plus which, there's plenty of footage of me out there already." Tears began to stream down Miria's face, albeit with less intensity than before. Immediately, Claire rushed over to the now fully-clothed Miria and gave her a hug.

After about a minute, Miria spoke up and said "We should probably get home. Thanks for everything." Miria began trying to get to her feet but was visibly struggling.

"Would you like some help?" asked Claire. Miria nodded yes and Claire immediately lifted Miria up and put her on the wheelchair. "You know, you're welcome to stay at my place for the night."

"That would be nice," replied Miria with a smile on her face. "Although... added Miria as a slight look of guilt came across her face. "Although I don't want to intrude... and it's not like I've met you before..."

"I understand," said Claire in a soft voice. Claire did feel a little disappointed but she managed to not let her disappointment show.

"But I would like to talk to someone. And you're a good person, at least as far as I can tell. If it's alright with you, I would like to stay with you."

"Sure thing!" A kind smile spread across Claire's face. "And don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch and you can sleep in my bed." Claire picked up her leather jacket and put it back on. Then, she picked up the electrolyte sports drinks.

"If I may interrupt, I can drive everyone home if needed," Tae chimed in. "I have a car and a license."

No one there felt like taking public transportation to get back home, and everyone there welcomed the privacy that private transportation afforded. Claire immediately agreed to Tae's offer but Yukina and Miria hesitated as they remembered how Tae had acted earlier. However, both of them had managed to roughly piece together what had been going on earlier with Tae. Because of that, Yukina and Miria eventually agreed to ride with Tae, albeit not without slight reservations.

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Four women exited the LAW arena and stepped out into the cold night air. A skinny woman with bluish-black hair and wearing a short black dress with a doctor's coat over it was leading the group. Behind her was Yukina who wore a neutral expression and had her arms wrapped around her body in an attempt to keep warm. Further behind was a white-haired woman with amethyst-colored eyes who pushing a wheelchair while smiling. In the wheelchair sat Miria, fully-clothed and appearing to be in good spirits.

"After you've regained your strength, feel free to take a nice, long shower," said the white-haired woman to Miria. "The shower at my apartment is really nice, a lot fancier than what you'd find at most other apartments."

"Thanks Claire," whispered Miria with a smile. After such a long and grueling match, Miria welcomed the opportunity to rest a little.

"Oh, and just so you know, Ayame likes to masturbate in the shower so her showers are usually very long," explained Claire. "If Ayame hogs the shower, let me know and I'll tell her to stop pleasuring herself and hurry up."

"Oh. Hehe." Miria laughed and imagined Claire literally dragging a naked woman out of the shower. Immediately, Miria's face flushed red, embarrassed that she would even imagine that.

"By the way, feel free to stay for as long as you like," offered Claire.

"Thanks. And... if it's not too much to ask, could you teach me how to fight?"

Claire was a little surprised at that request. Then, with a smile, Claire replied, "Sure thing. But it won't be easy and you won't become good overnight."

"I know. I'm willing to work hard though!"

"That's the spirit! But rest for now---worry about training later, okay?"

"Okay," agreed Miria with a smile on her face.

Eventually, the group arrived at a midnight-black SUV. The vehicle was quite imposing and appeared to be on the higher-end when it came to cars. The black-haired woman pushed a button on her key fob and the car immediately came to life.

Claire whistled in awe. "Damn, Tae. That's a nice car---and a big one too! Much bigger than its owner," teased Claire.

"Perks of being a LAW employee, I guess," said Tae dismissively. "Besides, the extra space isn't for me---it's for all the dead bodies I produce."

"I see why they want you to be 'Miss Death'," joked Claire. "But aren't doctors supposed to heal their patients?"

"Well, if you have good malpractice insurance then that's a moot point."

Yukina rolled her eyes in irritation. She knew that doctors often made dark jokes behind-the-scenes as a way to cope but joking that way in front of patients was unprofessional---then again, this was not a clinical setting. Despite that, Tae's behavior still bothered Yukina.

It only took a few minutes for Claire and Miria to get situated in the backseat area. Afterwards, as Tae was climbing into the car to get into the driver's seat, Yukina put her hand on Tae's shoulder.

"Thank you for all that you've done. But..." Yukina took a deep breath. "You should maybe lay off that sort of humor."

For a moment, Tae was too stunned to speak, but she quickly regained her composure. "Thank you. I will keep that in mind." Tae's face was grim and sorrowful.

"And don't look so grim," said Yukina with a kind smile on her face. "You still helped us out a ton."

"Understood," replied Tae, her face looking slightly less sad than before. Afterwards, the remaining two women, Yukina and Tae, entered into the car, and the group drove off.

Very brief summary/conclusion
Miria ends up okay and makes some new friends.