Sakura
Sakura looked around the club they had just entered, wondering where to go next. She had come here because it seemed like a good place to meet people who may be able to find her husband, who she hadn't seen since she arrived a couple of days ago but, looking around, she wasn't sure she'd come to the right place. This appeared to be some sort of sleazy sex club, and the young woman was clearly not dressed in an appropriate manner, wearing her usual long skirt and blouse. Sakura couldn't see how this place would have any useful information for her. She was about to leave when she noticed her sister standing in the corner.
That's odd. How did she get here? she thought.
"Rider, Nee-san is over there. Wait here, I'm going to go and talk to her", she said, heading in the direction of her sister.
Rider
Rider, meanwhile, was far less unenthusiastic about the place. Dressed in her causal outfit, a pair of jeans and a sweater that she nevertheless looked extremely sexy in, as well as her usual mystic eye killer glasses, Rider found the place intriging, and wanted to spend a bit of time here. Perhaps she could even hook up with someone, and have a little fun. Looking around, her eyes wandered to the bar, and to the two unusual young women talking there. One was a tall, slim, athletic-looking, blonde girl dressed in a punky gothic outfit and the other was a curvy woman in a business suit with unnaturally black hair. Rider really wanted to go over and talk to them, particularly the blonde. She really liked athletic girls, after all, and she liked the idea of someone who was actually taller than her.
Before she could say anything, though, her master spoke up. Seemingly, she had found her sister, somehow, and she was going over to talk to her. Rider sighed, wanting to head over to the bar and to the attractive blonde sitting there, but she obeyed her master's orders and waited here for the time being. After all, whilst this place seemed safe, they had no way to be certain, and it was better to be safe than sorry.