After what felt like an eternity of twirling, leaping, and generally flailing with enthusiastic abandon, the formidable force of nine girls finally began to feel the siren song of something other than pulsating music. Their feet, once tireless engines of joy, started to ache with the delightful agony of a well-danced night.
Shizuka, ever the strategist, was the first to break ranks, her competitive fire momentarily extinguished by a rumbling stomach. "Alright, ladies!" she announced, fanning herself with a slightly damp hand. "Operation: Refuel is now in effect. My internal battery is flashing red, and I suspect yours might be too."
