The charcoal heat drew the fat from the beef. It sizzled across the surface, filling the air with the smell of grilled meat.
These scruffy hippies certainly knew how to enjoy themselves. They had come all this way to watch a match and had even brought a grill and fresh beef.
One hippie kept turning the beef as it neared completion, while another took seasonings from the tent and prepared to add the finishing touch.
The two exchanged a glance. Both saw the same flicker of excitement: their little scheme was about to work.
The hippie with the seasonings sprinkled them over the beef. Then, as if it were nothing, he took out a small white bottle and spread its white powder across the meat.
Once the seasoning was evenly spread, the hippie tending the grill set down his tongs, picked up a pair of scissors, and began cutting the beef into pieces.
Tatsumaki clapped her hands. "Wow, that smells good."
The fragrant meat was almost ready to eat. Tatsumaki could not help swallowing.
One hippie eagerly plated the sliced beef and held it out to the sisters. "Go on, you two. Tell us how it tastes."
Tatsumaki's eyes lit up at the sight of the beef, still sizzling with oil. She picked up her knife and fork, but Fubuki stopped her.
"Wait." Fubuki held back the eager Tatsumaki and looked at the hippies nearby, whose eyes kept darting toward them.
Fubuki was a strikingly beautiful woman, but she was hardly a fool. She knew perfectly well what went through most men's minds when they saw her.
Ever since they had met, the hippies' gazes had kept roaming over her. Fubuki could practically feel the undisguised desire in their eyes.
She had therefore watched these men and their next moves