Indeed, it was Takamaki Ann. However, she was dressed in a purple leopard print bikini, wearing cat ears on the top of her head.
Morgana sighed dreamily. "Oh...what a meow-velous and beautiful girl..!" It purred, infatuated with the newest person in the room.
The woman in question wrapped her arms around Kamoshida's, cuddling him.
Shocked, Ryuji could barely comprehend what was happening in front of his eyes. "What's goin' on…?!"
Akira watched the scene with a confused frown. Though he had little interaction with the model, Takamaki did not seem like she was one to do something so sickeningly submissive. "Something seems off." He declared.
Ryuji turned his head toward him. "Yeah, now that you mention it...But why is she even here?!" He shouted incredulously.
Kamoshida then caressed the Not-Ann's jaw lustfully.
Ryuji flinched. "Hey! Let go of her, you perv!" He shouted.
Turning his head to look at him, the evil lord smirked. "How many times must I tell you until you understand? This is MY castle- a place where I can do whatever I want. Everyone wishes to be loved by me." He gloated. He turned to face the three thieves directly, letting go of the girl's face. "That is, everyone besides slow-witted thieves like you."
Ryuji turned to Not-Ann. "Takamaki! Say somethin'!" He begged.
Morgana rolled its eyes exasperatedly. "Calm down, Ryuji! It seems that girl isn't the real one. She's the same as those slaves- a being from Kamoshida's cognition of her!"
Kamoshida smirked. "Are you jealous?" He asked smugly. "Well I'm not surprised. Women aren't drawn to problematic punks like you. Not Takamaki, not Kimisawa, none of them."
Akira furrowed his brows, frowning when Airi's name was mentioned. He didn't like that this disgusting pig thought of his class president like that.
"Now," Kamoshida started. "Clean them up this instant!" He declared, walking away with Not-Ann attached to his side.
The guards that had been standing idle since summoned started approaching them, swords raised.
Morgana took a step back. "We're outnumbered!" It shouted, trembling in exhaustion.
"Dammit, what do we do…?!" Ryuji angrily panted, gripping his bat tighter.
Akira gritted his teeth. At this rate, it seemed there was only one way out. Taking a deep breath, he readjusted his dagger. If he was going to die here, he wasn't going down without a fight!
"It seems this is where I make my entrance." A voice called out.
Everyone stopped and looked around, not knowing where that voice came from.
A figure suddenly fell from above, landing in front of the thieves in a stretched out position before straightening up, their back facing them. The woman-and it was clearly a woman with those curves- turned her head to the left, looking at the three behind her.
'Those eyes look familiar...' Akira thought, watching avidly.
With a wink and a quirk of the lips, she turned to face the front, giving the enemies a serene smile.
"Another intruder!" A guard shouted. "Kill them all! For Kamoshida-sama!" They shouted in unison. They convulsed, turning into Demon Horses.
She smirked. With a wave of her hand, caressing her mask, a regal figure bathed in light appeared behind her. Its excess fabric billowed behind it, imitating wings, covering the exhausted group from the Shadows' eyes.
"No way! Another Persona user!?" Ryuji shouted in shock.
With a twist of her heels, the newcomer spun in place and snapped her fingers, unleashing an all out attack. The shadows screamed in agony as white light pierced their bodies, dissipating into nothing. Seeing that the threat was gone, she relaxed her stance.
The elegant lady then turned to look at her new companions with a warm smile. "Sorry I took so long." She apologized softly. "Let's hurry and leave."
Taken aback after that display, Ryuji sputtered. "Wait, who the hell are you?!"
Morgana ran up to the elegantly dressed lady, eyes shining with infatuation. "My lady! You came back for me!" It purred excitedly.
Akira tilted his head. "You know her?" He asked, questions running through his mind.
The woman in question shook her head. "C'mon, before more guards come!" And with that, she ran off, heading toward the escape route.
The skull adorned punk furiously rubbed his head. "Man…!"
The three Persona users then followed after the newcomer.
Once outside, they all came to a stop, safe for the time being. Ryuji had his hands on his knees, panting. Morgana kneeled on the ground, tired, thankful to be out of the castle for the first time in a while. Akira breathed in deeply, and with his hands resting on his hips, turned to look at the woman who saved them. He didn't get a good look earlier, but she was dressed rather richly.
She had on a long sleeveless purple and silver embroidered vest coat, a silver embroidered blouse underneath, and long deep plum silk gloves reaching up to her shoulders. Her rose colored hair was twisted into an elegant and complicated braided bun, her mask a lacy silver that gleamed in the torchlight. With black leather pants, a silver embroidered scarf, and a large diamond pendant resting on her bosom, she made an impressive vision.
"Anyways," Ryuji panted out. "I don't remember changin' into this!" He gestured at his outfit.
Akira looked him over and smirked. "It looks good on you."
He looked away, slightly embarrassed at being complimented. "Well, it ain't as bad as yours!"
He gave him an unimpressed look, offended. His outfit was pretty stylish, thank you very much.
Remembering they had an extra member, the pirate turned toward the mysterious woman. "And just who exactly are you?!" He interrogated, pointing a finger at the lady.
Said lady raised her eyebrows. "You don't recognize me?" She asked.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Ryuji let out a "huh?!" and turned to look at Akira, silently asking him if he knew who it was.
He shook his head. He had never seen her before, but there was something about her that was familiar.
The woman sighed, exasperated at her companions' inattentiveness. "Watch." She commanded
They stared at her questioningly.
Slowly reaching up, the woman cupped the right side of her mask and pushed it upward, exposing the left side of her face. Her wine colored eyes stared at them expectantly, waiting for them to get it.
Ryuji squinted his eyes. "Um...you DO look familiar."
Akira blinked, examining her face closer. 'She does seem familiar,' He thought to himself. 'Where have I seen eyes like those before?'
A memory flashed in his mind. A beautiful girl turned to look at him in the rain, and gave him a smile. The same girl who silently offered her textbook to him. The same girl who he talked to for hours this morning on the train ride to school. The same girl who Ryuji tried to ditch earlier.
His breath hitched. "Senpai..?" He asked softly, surprise written all over his expression.