Next to the dining table covered with a pure white tablecloth, Kasahara Fumi was picking up bright red cooked prawns onto her plate.
Five centimeters taller than the average Japanese male, wearing a black police uniform, with a tight and mini skirt. The perfect leg line stretching from under the skirt hem firmly attracted the surrounding men's gaze, and her upright spine and knees immediately reminded people of roles like "female officer."
There are many ways to describe a beautiful woman.
Describing her as "rare" or "stunning" wouldn't meet with opposition, Fujiwara Reya thought, but he'd prefer to describe her as "cool," as her sister's icy demeanor and sharp eyes made her beauty devoid of any weakness.
"Miss Kasahara," Fujiwara Reya approached and greeted, "any recommendations on what's good to eat?"
Kasahara Fumi ignored him, sipping from a goblet filled with water with the aloofness of a lone warrior.
