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selfinterestingA - sheltered children don't know how to dress themselves (20-year-old yakuza princess era)
[On one hand, it's very nice to be able to decide things for herself, finally. On the other, spending her whole life in nothing but traditional Japanese clothes picked for her by other people, and even dressed in them by servants, means Kyrie doesn't know where to begin with this. She wants it, but taking that step is difficult. So she stands in the Wardrobe (mostly in the men's section, although she does have a dress draped over her arm), staring at the racks in some confusion. Mostly it's overwhelming. Please help.]
B - sociable party events (yakuza princess or 44-year-old milf era)
[Outwardly, Kyrie is very loyal to her court, so naturally she attends all the events, like any model subject would. It's what businesspeople should do anyway, to promote that business. So be it a feast, a play, or some other court function, there she is, revealing but classy - maybe a slight dangerous edge, even, with appropriately flashy jewellery. She wears a small smile, kind eyes, and mingles with a glass of wine, receptive to any attention, particularly gazes and compliments. She's her own person, why shouldn't she have her fun now? But who knows if she's just leading people on for the hell of it.]
C - some yakuza shit (possible gore option...) (yakuza princess or milf)
[Been caught spying or generally too close to the base of certain operations? Or maybe even messing up a job assignment. What ever the case may be, she mad. Welcome to the underground tea room. Or anyway the new Drabwurld equivalent, it's not quite the same as back home. It is set up like a Japanese tea room, though, despite being in a what amounts to a basement bunker. She takes a seat on her shins on the floor, and pours two cups of tea as if it's time for tea ceremony. Delicate, holding her sleeves out of the way, passing the first along as it should be, then taking the second for herself. If you don't want to sit, that's too bad, you're going to be pushed down and made to. And some rather questionable instruments are brought out and set down, ever so casually, despite the blood on them.]
Now, let's start at the beginning, shall we?
[The smile on Kyrie's face is calm and sweet as ever, even the tone of voice.]
D - wildcard
[On one hand, it's very nice to be able to decide things for herself, finally. On the other, spending her whole life in nothing but traditional Japanese clothes picked for her by other people, and even dressed in them by servants, means Kyrie doesn't know where to begin with this. She wants it, but taking that step is difficult. So she stands in the Wardrobe (mostly in the men's section, although she does have a dress draped over her arm), staring at the racks in some confusion. Mostly it's overwhelming. Please help.]
B - sociable party events (yakuza princess or 44-year-old milf era)
[Outwardly, Kyrie is very loyal to her court, so naturally she attends all the events, like any model subject would. It's what businesspeople should do anyway, to promote that business. So be it a feast, a play, or some other court function, there she is, revealing but classy - maybe a slight dangerous edge, even, with appropriately flashy jewellery. She wears a small smile, kind eyes, and mingles with a glass of wine, receptive to any attention, particularly gazes and compliments. She's her own person, why shouldn't she have her fun now? But who knows if she's just leading people on for the hell of it.]
C - some yakuza shit (possible gore option...) (yakuza princess or milf)
[Been caught spying or generally too close to the base of certain operations? Or maybe even messing up a job assignment. What ever the case may be, she mad. Welcome to the underground tea room. Or anyway the new Drabwurld equivalent, it's not quite the same as back home. It is set up like a Japanese tea room, though, despite being in a what amounts to a basement bunker. She takes a seat on her shins on the floor, and pours two cups of tea as if it's time for tea ceremony. Delicate, holding her sleeves out of the way, passing the first along as it should be, then taking the second for herself. If you don't want to sit, that's too bad, you're going to be pushed down and made to. And some rather questionable instruments are brought out and set down, ever so casually, despite the blood on them.]
Now, let's start at the beginning, shall we?
[The smile on Kyrie's face is calm and sweet as ever, even the tone of voice.]
D - wildcard