Concert Hall
Amora walked back to her bike and put her helmet back on. Maybe she could kill a few minutes riding around the block a couple of times. She could never get enough of her two-wheeler! She kicked the throttle, and took off with a roar of engines.

It happened about the third time she came around the last corner. She spotted the burglar in the back alley across the street, holding up a poor woman.

"Gotcha!" Amora licked her lips in anticipation. She went around the corner and parked her bike. Finding an empty alley, she transformed into Sailor Uranus. When she came back around, the man was running like Hell to get as far away from the crime scene as possible. The woman he'd held up was screaming for help. ... Continue