Miki

*its Midday, Miki sigh after finished moving crates of goods inside the convenience store warehouse. Her tight black hotpants sticking to her sweaty thighs and her oversized red track jacket hugging her body tightly due to perspiration. She had done this job in exchange for some cash and a couple of bentos. The smell of the sweet rice with the mystery meat filled the air as she unwrapped one in he back of the store, sitting on a dusty wooden crate. Her stomach grumbling loudly in anticipation. A...