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In the cafe, the woman was looking down and counting the money in her hand carefully. Her delicately manicured fingers gently moved, once again arousing Tahara Koji's hidden desire for women. Perhaps he saw some kind of animal need in the white, slender fingers. "It's seven, that's right. Thank you for your hard work!" The woman said, "But, to be honest, the bid could be a little higher..." She put seven thousand yen bills into her handbag and raised her head. The color of the lipstick goes well with black sunglasses.