On a beautiful sunny Yokohama morning; cheese fondu pizza heating in the microwave. The curvaceous contour of Japanese female limbs;curvature of a strong degree from the waist down, strong legs and bending.
And then gradually, and ever so gently stretching so straightly.
Faint smells of hair shampoo and tatami. There’s still some nihonshu left, licking a drop from a leg. Japan can be saved by these women.