Mori scowled as she looked in the mirror of her boudoir.

"I understand that your," she shuddered. "...boyfriend invited you Chie, but you will not a, go near him. B, touch him, and c, look at him," she said, fixing up her hair into the usual fauxhawk. The angry lady raised an eyebrow and smiled. She looked awesome, but for no reason but her own. She don't need no man.