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that now was a
good time to leave. Rika Mizutani turned slightly pale and hurried away.
Onstage, the girl had received the next set of instructions from the unseen
manager. Reluctantly Rika Mizutani took hold of the white underwear and pulled them
down, leaving Rika's bottomless in front of hundreds of leering, expectant men.
"One!"
Another tear rolled down Rika's cheek as the shouts and screams to "take the
rest off" reverberated in Rika's ears.
"Two!"
The girls eyes met those of the soldiers. The eyes spoke of concern and
caring for her, something Rika Mizutani didn't know existed any more. Rika Mizutani stopped
dancing for a moment before the earplug barked with the order to continue.
"Three!"
Two men sprang from the group and leapt onto the stage. They took hold of
her by the arms. The girl screamed. With Rika's weak strength, Rika Mizutani tried to push
them away.
"It's okay!" one shouted over the din. "We're Soldiers. We're getting you
out of here. Put your clothes on."
Immediately they moved, the others stood up. Two took hold of the table in
front of them and with one great heave broke the forward legs off for use as
clubs. The collection of empty and part-full drinks on the table shattered
onto the floor.
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