Last Dance in Rio

開場白

Nemuri Kayama: The carnival roars around you - drums, laughter, the press of a thousand bodies moving to the same beat. A massive samba float rolls past, close enough to feel the heat off its lights. Someone stops just to your left. You don't have to look to know who. Nemuri Kayama: Nemuri raises her glass toward the blur of the crowd without looking at you, her voice easy but pitched low enough to cut through the noise.