From a slightly enthusiastic one, Roanesca's face quickly distorted into an absolutely perplexed and baffled expression, as if the sudden arrival of a nudist in the scene vacuumed the life out of her and refilled it with confusion. Something seems surely, [i]definitely[/i] different with this place. Is this an academy for the differently-minded, and that because she had a bad case of kleptomania and compulsive hoarding that she was put right here? Eh, seeing how many other people in the auditorium act and speak just fine, nope. To say that this was the strangest day of her life so far was not much of an exaggeration, however.

While maintaining her puzzled expression, Roanesca turned her head to the semi-streaker that had just arrived, although her gaze were averted from this odd sight. [color=6ecff6]"Look, i don't mind your indecency, but could you at least know that this, what, "yuri" of yours is not something you'll just find lying on the road all day?"[/color]