<strong>Name:</strong>Sakurako Miyazaki<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/Please Ask<br/><strong>Looking</strong>For a job<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img.rule34.xxx//images/1427/4c8019af4018ab2d0c56312056605ded3d3db589.jpeg?1504054)</div><br/>The poor girl had been so flustered this morning, that she had failed to change her status on the app. Thus, her current display looked a lot more sexual than she intended for it to be. It led Sakurako to completely misinterpret white-haired woman's wave. Either way, she desperately sought to get inside. The loud sounds of a woman's sexual wails from a nearby park certainly weren't helping her composure. Nor was the ping about something to do with her heat cycles.<br/><br/>With another wave from Emma as she hung out by the opening door, the bashful bookworm scrambled inside. The shy wallflower then noticed the bespectacled beauty had taken a seat at place several tables down and she quickly followed. By the the time she arrived (still blushing heavily from her awkward frame), she swore she could hear some sort of song from the tip of her ears. "Y-Yes, Miss?...." She meekly asked, wondering exactly what the person before her had beckoned her for and hoping it was employment related. Sakurako clearly had no idea of her blogging status.