Perhaps Kaguya did hear some secrets she wasn't meant to know. It made no difference to Yugi. He was fully aware she already had one of the three mentioned types to deal with, and there was no going back from that. Oh well. For now, his only concern was encroaching upon the girl, leaning toward her ass like it was a book he'd become fully immersed in, and... briefly addressing the details about images he already had of her. "Well... they could be leaked, technically speaking. We can move things between the System and our phones; they're connected. I don't imagine it's something people could hack though, and it's not like I'm interested in sending your nudes to somebody else. I earned that shit," he declared earnestly. Moving on to the matter of Kaguya's 'itch' as they were calling it, her thong was pulled aside and the alleged itch pointed out. Deep in her canal, she claimed. Well, it was nothing for Yugi to... casually slip his forefinger into that wet pocket, sliding it as deep as it could go to rub her frontal wall. "Sou, sou. About here then?" he asked.

Meanwhile, Sakura delivered his final patrons of the evening their meal ─ or at least the first of a few plates. It seemed Miko managed to find the restroom without any issues, but more importantly, she was excited by the food. That grin of Sakura's returned in full force, including a singular quirked brow. "Only the best for my customers. You come by again, you can enjoy a plate of the same any day," he assured. Rikuya's mind was blown by how casual this girl managed to be so soon after what she'd done. Oh well; he had no interest in blowing their cover either. While Rikuya was picking up a spoon and sniffing the dish, Sakura turned to look at the kitchen once more. "Hope you don't mind reusing a plate. I gotta start cleaning up. You two don't rush on my account. My night's free; I'm not gonna throw you out unless I'm getting tired."