"B-But-!" Naoto protested.
"Now, now," Izumi chided in Naoto's voice. "I've got a reputation to uphold after all. Letting a filthy pervert such as you back onto the streets at risk to continue to harass people just because you asked nicely? I'd turn in my badge before I'd even consider such a notion."
Before Naoto could respond, Izumi opened the interrogation door. "We're done here, Detective." she spoke.
"Already? See, I knew it would be no trouble for you," Adachi's voice could be heard outside.
"She has already confessed to everything," Izumi continued. "But her behavior... you should see for yourself."
Naoto's face turned bone-white. To be seen like this by Adachi, of all people! I need something, anything! she thought, as she scanned the small room completely for something that should be there... It had to be there, but where?
"What do you mean by that-whoa!" Adachi exclaimed.
Naoto slowly turned back, only to see Adachi and Izumi behind her, staring at her naked body. "A-Ah!" she squeaked, paralyzed with fright.
"Here's the key to her cuffs. I leave her in your capable hands, Detective," Izumi said, giving Adachi a key and turning to leave the room.
"Wait!" Naoto screamed, finally finding her voice, covering her breasts with her free right arm. "Where? Where are your clothes!? I saw you take them off right in front of me!"
"My clothes?" Izumi replied, in a confused tone. "Clearly you must be mistaken. Are you talking about the clothes I am clearly wearing right now?"
"No, not mine, yours as in-" Naoto paused, realizing her error. "I mean, my clothes, the ones I was wearing when you arrested me! Before I... took them off myself," she choked out the words. "What did you do with them?"
"There reallly is something wrong with you," Izumi deadpanned. "I didn't do anything with your 'clothes', because there was nothing to do anything to. Ever since you were arrested, you have been completely naked, don't you remember? It caused quite a stir in the department."
"What?" Naoto and Adachi gasped simultaneously.
"I could've sworn you were wearing something when I found you," Adachi continued. "If you were naked, I'm sure I would've remembered, especially with a body like that..."
"Keep yourself composed, Detective!" Izumi chastised. "No, I remember clearly, this little pervert was entirely nude, ever since you brought her in. You told me yourself, detective, which was partially why I was so reluctant to continue this interrogation. It was a good thing you did, however. Anyone else would have underestimated this minx due to her nudity and would have been caught by surprise after she secretly undid the cuffs after stealing the key before I got here. But fortunately, I was able to disarm her and trap her anew. Now, I must be going, or do you need me to hold your hand while you escort her to a cell, Detective?"
"No, no, I should be quite alright here," Adachi said sheepishly, walking over to Naoto as Izumi left the room. "No resisting now, Ms. Caito," Adachi said as he undid the table cuff.
Resistance was the last thing on Naoto's mind, however. Oddly enough, so was her complete nudity and Adachi's not-very-subtle leering looks towards her amble bust.
No, the puzzle completely clouding Naoto's mind as Adachi led her out of the room was: where did Izumi's clothes go?
She was definitely wearing something when she started the interrogation. Naoto remembered it clearly. It was a white button-up shirt, with the collar turned up and the top two buttons undone, allowing one a slight glimpse at the cleavage of her larger-than-average breasts. And for her lower attire, Naoto had gotten a good look when Izumi had stood up to disrobe her of... everything... She was wearing a purple cloth miniskirt, with black circles in a pattern crossing diagonally. The length of the garment only went down to the middle of her thighs, and the slit at the side scandalously went all the way up to just underneath her hip; fitting for a woman as vile as her. As for footwear, Naoto hadn't glanced that far down, so she had no clue.
Then, when Naoto was reduced to just her hat and jacket and Izumi started disguising herself as her, Izumi was already naked, somehow changed her skin complexion and wearing the wig, and began to put on Naoto's underwear. Naoto couldn't remember what Izumi's underwear looked like, but it was highly likely, given the type of person Izumi was, that she wasn't wearing any in the first place. Regardless, where did Izumi put the clothes she was actually wearing, and where did she pull out that wig from? There were no hiding places in the interrogation room. Also, she shouldn't have had the wig in the first place. Master Thief or not, Izumi should have been searched thoroughly and had her possessions taken before the interrogation began, in case she was holding a weapon of some kind. After all, even if nothing was in her pockets, she could have stored a hidden knife or tiny pistol in the waistband of her full-length, blue denim jeans. There's no way Adachi would be that incompetent.
But item hiding and storage was beside the point! If Izumi was wearing Naoto's clothes over another set of clothing, it would have been clear as day. After all, with Izumi having a chest around the size of Naoto's own, wearing anything other than that tight bra and jacket would have been a giveaway as to her true gender. So the main question was still, 'Where did Izumi's outfit go?' After all, a bright yellow sundress doesn't just up and disappear from a room as small as that.
Huh...? Sundress? Wasn't it a button up shirt? Naoto thought. And she was definitely wearing something underneath. Shorts, wasn't it? No...
Naoto furrowed her brow, oblivious to the stares of the department as she was led through by Adachi, or to the fact that his jacket was covering her, for decency's sake. Why are my memories betraying me? Naoto continued to ponder. Being forcibly stripped, though surely traumatic, should not have erased my memories of the suspect? So why can't I remember what she was wearing? Come to think of it, I can barely remember having my clothes taken. I didn't even feel a thing. I was right there, arm chained to the table, as she- wait!
Staring at her handcuff-bound wrist, Naoto had a horrifying realization. Regardless of my personal state of mind, it would have been impossible to remove my jacket while I was still bound to the table. It would have gotten stuck at my wrist and would have been impossible to fully remove from my body! To remove my jacket, my arm needed to be free, but I was trapped there the entire time until Adachi undid the cuffs, so how...? Something is terribly wrong here, and not just the situation I am in right now.
"Hey!"
"Ah!" Naoto flinched, shaken from her thoughts. In short order, Adachi's jacket was forcibly removed from her, leaving her naked once again, though the handcuffs were still around both her wrists. Now at attention, Naoto turned toward Adachi and realized that-
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