This case... It's a real head-scratcher, see? Two idols, Amou Maria and Hibino Yua - partners, they were. A duo, climbin' the slippery ladder of fame. Then the dame, Maria, sees somethin' she shouldn't have. Her partner, Yua, tangled up with a creep in the shadows of a concert hall. This Enoki fella, head honcho at Big Penny, he's got a gadget right out of a nightmare. A phone, they say, that can make a doll dance to any tune he plays, just by snappin' her picture.
The setting, you ask? Backstage, dingy dressing rooms, the glitz of the stage a million miles away. The irony is thick enough to cut with a knife, the contrast sharper than a dame's stilettos.
This Enoki, he's got a taste for Maria now. Phone calls in the dead of night, her body turnin' traitor, a prisoner in her own skin. The cafe scene, a public spectacle, a hundred orgasms, a crowd watchin' with eyes that burn. Hyperbole? Maybe. But the fear in the dame's eyes was real enough.
Yua, the poor kid, she's been under his thumb for weeks, spittin' out apologies that taste like ashes. Her silence, a twisted reflection of Maria's loud, brash persona. It's enough to make you question who's really the victim in this cruel charade.
The story, it ain't over yet. Maria, she's caught in the web, her fight a losing battle against a power she doesn't understand. Will she break, become another puppet in Enoki's sick game? Or will she find a way to fight back, to reclaim control of her body, her life? This ain't a happy ending I see on the horizon, but there's a glint of defiance in her eyes. It's a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, she'll find a way to turn the tables on this creep. This case, it's far from closed.
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