Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Three motorcycles approaching at low speeds with a blurb noise, without passengers from the front. Black body, long handle to left and right, thick muffler. I stood up to intimidate him. Maybe even the ghost drives it. Maybe a kind of monster. What shall we do...... I was put through and stopped my bike and put my foot on the ground. Buru. Buh. It's a noisy bike. What kind of car is it? What's the purpose? Ray says the motorcycles are going to tell you if you don't want to buy us. Self trading? It's an unusual business practice. It's cool, and I say no. I'm reluctant to do something about it, Ray. I can't drive and I don't have a license. The motorcycles rang the clutches. Are you mad at me?