Being nonchalantly tossed into the cell had its advantages. For one, the cuffs had been taken away.
For two, it was isolated. Adachi had been decent enough to put her in one of the personal confinement cells.
Probably because putting her someplace more populated or visible would have been disastrous on many levels.
As the detective turned to leave, though not without a vaguely disappointed look and one last lingering stare, Naoto rubbed at her sore wrists, her mind still reeling in an attempt to discern what the thief had done with that other outfit. Was it an illusion of some sort? Was Naoto being affected by some kind of mind-altering substance? Was she actually still clothed, only she looked and felt naked? Was that even possible?
The sound of Adachi's departing footsteps jarred Naoto back into action. Mystery or no mystery, whatever the cause, she still very much had the appearance of lacking any attire... and had to do something.
Naoto had two options, neither pretty. She decided to...
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