Chihiro steps inside Monkling's home. Being a typical loner, Chihiro hadn't visited many people before, although sorority parties had sometimes gotten her out of her shell. Distracted, she looks around the place. The house is clean, in nice shape, and it seems pretty nice and big. Chihiro feels a pleasant sense of jealousy--that happiness that someone is doing well coupled with the wish that she could live somewhere nice like that, too. She had to content herself with a dormitory room in college.<br/><br/>Chihiro blinks, taking a moment to register Stone's comment. "Uh....smooth is appealing here to some people? How odd. On my world, there's a select portion of the population the fetishes furred partners, except they don't exist on my world, so they make faux-fur suits for make up for it. Our worlds seem to mirror each other."<br/><br/>She takes out her wallet and says, "Anyway, proof I'm from another world. I have money in my wallet, and if you look at it, you could be able to tell it's complex and not something a person can manufacture on their own. My driver's license. Oh, and all these pictures of people I know and one of my family." She shows them to the two wolves. The picture of her family is new, showing Chihiro perhaps a year ago, standing alongside two petite Japanese people who resemble her strongly, albeit they seem thirty years her senior. There are only the three of them.<br/><br/>Chihiro says, "There are a couple of pictures of me at a sorority partying a little, and I think there's one in there when I did an exchange trip to Japan. But if you look at them, you will be able to they aren't fake."