Chihiro waits alone in the living room. She stares into the tequila glass she's been drinking out of. It's reflective, like a puddle. She hears only laughter from it. It's slow and insidious, and Chihiro knows that somewhere, the silver fox is mocking her. She sets down the tequila and hangs her head in her hands. This had gotten confusing so fast. She wrings the fabric of her pajama top in nervousness, looking around the nicely furnished and spacious home around her, wondering why she was so foolish as to take a chance of being thrown out on the street, being arrested, or so much worse.<br/><br/>A part of her is curious about someone who has both parts. Chihiro, always being attracted to both genders, wonders if its any different with someone who doesn't quite fix solidly in either one, but seems to be some of both. Would it be more pleasurable that way? She's watched pornography about it before, but she's sure that it isn't real. She crosses her legs and tries to tug the pajama top over her knees.<br/><br/>She mutters to herself, "This'll teach you to try and talk through any reflective surface." She slugs the last of her tequila down. It doesn't help with the arousal, but Chihiro figures that if she's tossed enough, she won't be too bothered by it.