The two reach a teahouse, which Sunako eyes dryly. Not once had her expression changed, until now, her lips turning downward slightly in an unapproving way. They enter, and Sunako shoots a glare at the old lady that chuckled at her, but says nothing, keeping quiet, following closely behind Neshita. They then enter a room, where all eyes were on Neshita, but Sunako did not mind this at all. She'd rahter those perverted men look at Neshita than herself. Sadly, however, when they saw her too, they looked at her, and she couldn't help but give dirty looks back, glaring at them, her eyes cold as ice and hot as fire at the same time. She didn't say anything like before, but if looks could kill, hers would definitely be making these men drop like dead flies.<br/><br/>Kneeling down, Neshita on her left, a man on her right, she scoots away from the male to be closer to Neshita, not wanting to touch the man even with her clothing. Copying in the older female's actions, pouring a drink for the man sitting next to her, but saying nothing. If she were to open her mouth, there was no doubt she would end up saying something rude. Or worse.<br/><br/>A man crosses the room to talk to Neshita, commenting on a show of hers he'd seen. Sunako could tell that he was drunk, and when he turned his eyes on her, she sneers at him, narrowing her eyes, crinkling her nose. She heard as he asked who she was, and as Neshita introduces her to him. With this she couldn't help but say something. "Don't get any ideas. Or else you'll regret it." She says, her voice like venom. She could feel his eyes look at her chest, and growls. "Hey, mister, my eyes are up here."<br/><br/>She wore kimono like this one just so she could act this way. So she could lash out to crude and perverted males, justifying her actions. She turns to Neshita. "How much longer are we going to stay here." She wasn't asking. She was stating that she wanted to leave. She hated it there. A hand touched her thigh, and she whacks it, seeing that it belonged to the man sitting next to her. "Don't touch me, filthy male!" She leans close to Neshita even more. Disgusted by the drunk man next to her.