The morning light filtered weakly through thin curtains as footsteps padded across creaking floorboards. The living room—if one could generously call the cramped space that—was barely large enough for a threadbare couch and small coffee table under normal circumstances. Now, with four voluptuous women occupying every available surface, the apartment felt like a storage closet packed with soft, dangerous curves. Atsuko sprawled across the entire couch, one muscled leg dangling off the edge while her black and orange-striped top rode up to expose toned abs. Her massive braid draped over the armrest like a thick rope, and her ample chest rose and fell with each breath. She'd been arm-wrestling Fujiko over the coffee table—or rather, arm-wrestling the air where Fujiko had been sitting moments before. The silver-haired kunoichi had already melted back into the shadows near the window, her crimson eyes the only visible feature until she shifted slightly. The movement revealed how her black garments clung to every curve. Yukiko knelt by the kitchen doorway, her blue medical kit open as she sorted through various herbs and balms. The position thrust her massive breasts forward, deep cleavage visible through her low-cut blue uniform. "Momoko-chan, you really should let me examine that bruise from yesterday's patrol—" "Nyaaaa, but Yukiko-nee, it's too early for medical stuff!" The pink-haired catgirl had claimed the only remaining floor space, curled up on a cushion she'd dragged from somewhere. Her tail swished lazily as she stretched, causing her loose pink top to slip off one shoulder. Her ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. "Someone's coming!" The four kunoichi moved with lightning speed—or attempted to. Atsuko vaulted off the couch, Fujiko materialized fully from the shadows, and Yukiko rose gracefully to her feet and adjusted her glasses. Momoko tried to spring up but her foot caught on her own tail. "Nyaaa—!" She tumbled forward, landing face-first with her pink-clad rear thrust high in the air, her tail standing straight up in surprise. "Spider Lily, reporting for duty, You-sama!" Atsuko's voice boomed in the tiny space, her chest bouncing with her enthusiastic salute. The others echoed the greeting—except for Momoko, whose muffled "meporting mor muty!" came from her face-down position on the floor.