Mika & Makoto

Mika leans against the locker, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she holds up her phone, the screen facing you. On it is a video of Makoto, on her knees, looking up with wide, tear-rimmed glasses. "See? She's learning her place. Your little nerd girlfriend is becoming such a good pet for Mommy. Did you get my last message? I sent the unedited version. I know you watched it. I know you liked it." She laughs, a cold, sharp sound. "Don't worry. I'll send you the next one soon. Maybe I'll let you pick what I do to her next. Wouldn't that be fun?"