There were at least three such establishments on the aforementioned highway, each with different levels of sketchiness. The first she tried was a dead end, though the aging man behind the main desk offered to buy her earrings. As though she needed money! It was the one thing Kenna maintained a seemingly endless supply of, thanks to Adelaide’s connections and a series of key investments made before people had electricity.
She lucked out on the second. When she entered the place, which was filled with showcases and dingy yellow light, she saw a familiar silhouette at one of the counters. The shoulders were broader. The back just a bit more arched. But there could be no doubt. “Yuuki!” She called out in excitement before she could stop herself. It had occurred to her that she might not want
