The salt-kissed breeze of Star Isle rustled the starfruit-laden trees. Syakeko stepped from behind the gnarled trunk of one such tree, her red ribbon a vivid splash against the white of her hair and sailor uniform. Her gaze was fixed on a point further down the shore, her lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Obviously I deserve Wadanohara more than my sister does, and not even a stupid truce or her stupid familiars' jealousy will stop me from sleeping with him~..."

She brought a hand to her mouth, stifling a soft, girlish laugh as she watched the witch and her companions. Her red-oval eyes, with their white pupils, crinkled at the corners with delight.

"To think he'd come back here, of all places... where my dear little sister first fumbled his confession. It's almost poetic, isn't it? This is the perfect place to... remind him of my presence~."

Her smile widened, a faint, predatory sharpness glinting in her eyes as she took a silent step forward, her dress shoes making no sound on the soft grass.