Kotone endured the rough handling with admirable stoicism, because the alternative was to try and throw Regan to the ground and sit on her, which was hardly going to give a good impression--or, for that matter, a particularly [i]accurate[/i] one for anyone recently exposed to their class rep and her ridiculous perversion. So she got away with all but groping the Yakuza's bountiful bosom in the process of getting her breasts somewhat under control.

The unnecessary bra was freely handed over to the other busty girl, with terse thanks and something along the lines of 'you can keep it' before the girl moved to the larger crowd--though running sounded less troublesome than games, it also meant considerable activity, and she hadn't really eaten much in the way of breakfast today.