“Has something attracted you, mademoiselle?“

Don’t mind Hibiki. She’s just here, holding a tennis racket, because she had hoped to obtain some semblance of elegant court time. One must recover one’s composure somehow.

But it looks as if the gymnasium car will prove even more diverting than anticipated. She offers her most charming smile. Sparkles illuminate the air. “Fear not. The balls will surely fly to you, longing to be by your side.”