Utena Tenjou stood on the veranda, dashing in her blue and white uniform surveying the high towers of Ohtori Academy. The strong winds stirred her short pink hair despite the cap she wore over her eye at a raffish angle.
Her repose was interrupted by a soft voice at her elbow.
“Please dance with me.”
The speaker was
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