After confirming the plan with Heat Haze, she gladly accepted.
We decided to wait until tomorrow afternoon before returning to the maid café for another shift, and asked Halley to promote it in the fan group to draw in more customers.
But the fans weren't the main point. The most important thing...
...was letting that secret photographer know.
Still, some of the comments online were genuinely infuriating. Someone actually claimed those photos had been staged and leaked by me, on the grounds that none of them showed my underwear...
What did they take me for?
If they wanted to see that so badly, why didn't they put on a skirt themselves?!
This was supposed to be the New World, where men no longer existed and everyone's looks started at an eight out of ten. How were there still dirty old perverts like this?
Still, this was dangerous.
I didn't care about comments from people who were missing a piece of their brains, but if the secret photographer took them seriously and I failed to catch her tomorrow, the photos that spread around might go even further.
After all, she had only selectively released those suggestive, borderline shots. Maybe she really did have photos of my underwear that she hadn't posted yet.
The more I thought about it, the more troublesome it felt. Where had this secret photographer even come from?
After returning home from Night Owl's studio, I sat in my bedroom pondering the secret photographer. Calling the police clearly wouldn't get results, so was fishing her out the only option?
Knock, knock—
A knock sounded at the door.
"Miluno, are you ready?"
Fomalhaut pushed open the door and walked in.
"Huh? Yeah! This should be okay, right?"
I stood up and showed her my evening gown. I couldn't remember