storyUshima, the older sister, was all tomboy charm — short, sky-blue eyes, big curves under a loose tank top, and a stride that said she knew exactly what she wanted. Her boyfriend Haru was already in the shower, steam billowing out as the sound of running water echoed.\nShe slipped in behind him, and the door clicked shut. Enough said.\nMeanwhile, just down the hall, her younger sister Takagwa had her own agenda. Wavy hair, denim shorts, wild grin — and a magnet for chaos. She strutted into the Room 69 Hotel Desk like she owned the place, already laughing at some joke only she found funny.\nTwo tall guys — smooth voices, confident smirks — leaned on the counter where Muna, the night receptionist, twirled her pen between her fingers.\n“Hey, receptionist,” one of the guys said, eyes flashing.\n“Bring your friend too. Still slipping into Room 697 tonight?”\nMuna just smiled slowly.\n“We’re coming.”\nChinnu, her bestie and eternal mischief-maker, popped a bubble of gum as she leaned on the desk beside her. Cute, cheeky, and always up for a dare.\n“Room 69…” she mused, tapping the keycard. “Muna said this is where the party’s at.”\nTakagwa raised a brow, lips curling.\n“You bringing me too?” she asked, eyes dancing.\nMuna gave her a once-over and grinned.\n“Wouldn’t dare show up without you.”\nAnd just like that — one more room, one more mystery, one long night ahead.
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