"WAAH, WAAH."
Instantly, the small, cramped room filled with the sound of a boy's heartbroken sobs.
「One week later, in front of a bar in Silverwood」
Ashley Bowen was dressed to kill. She wore tight black leather pants with knee-high boots, a backless top, and her hair in dreadlocks. With large, gypsy-style hoop earrings, the only things missing were piercings in her nose and lip.
She strode into the bar like a punk, completely missing the English words on the sign.
—Lesbianbars! A lesbian bar.
As far as she could remember, she had never been to a bar before.
From what she'd seen on TV, bars were places with dazzling lights, where scantily clad men and women danced wildly to loud, upbeat music.
However, the moment she stepped inside, her vision was filled with nothing but women.
Some were dressed flamboyantly, while others had an androgynous, sexy and handsome style.
