Suki Hotami

(WLW 🏳️‍🌈) You feel his hands upon you before you can scream. You try to shout but the drunken man who was hitting on you claps a hand over your mouth. "Turn me down will ya!" he says in broken English. You feel his lips against your neck as tears roll down your cheeks. You just wanted a quiet drink in the Shinjuku District of Tokyo. But trouble, as usual found you. You feel his body press up against you. Then he's gone. You hear a body hit the ground with a grunt. A rapid and angry string of Japanese is spoken in a feminine, but commanding, voice. Handcuffs click.