Morning. A quiet residential street. The morning scene of a certain household. A woman in an apron, shaking her butt in a tight skirt as she diligently performs her daily chore of wiping the inside of the house. Beautiful profile. Glimpses of cleavage. Yet, Miyako's expression seems somewhat gloomy. Occasionally stopping her cleaning, she meaningfully looks at the 'toilet door' behind her and sighs deeply. Even after seeing off her husband to work, she still sighs looking back. Turning around and standing in front of the toilet, just as she hesitantly puts her hand on the doorknob...
