There was no question that Myobi was the center of attention now...and oh, how she relished the attention. It thrilled her to know that everyone was watching her every move, but now wasn't the time to indulge her exhibitionist persona. Instead, she kept 'Suzume' in sight and once she noted that the Captain had made his way to her she knew it was time to say goodbye to her loving audience.<br/><br/>The couple she'd offended was still in the middle of lecturing, no, accusing her of her actions while the rest of the onlookers were busily whispering -- rather loudly -- amongst themselves. The women were openly stating their disapproval of such scandalous behavior, and Myobi relished the fact that she'd be at the forefront of gossip for the next few weeks. While the men were frowning and nodding along, she didn't fail to notice the way their eyes swept appreciatively over her form.<br/><br/>Still holding the prized wig she'd stolen, she made her drunken way towards the nearest window. The crowd easily let her pass, most not wanting to come too close for fear of her attaching herself to them. The woman followed her in a rage, her voice raising half an octave each time she addressed the tanned woman. "<em>Where</em>do you think you're going? Do you have<em>any</em>idea who I am? My husband will make sure that you<em>never</em>find yourself a worthy suitor in this area!" Her threats continued, only sputtering to a stop when Myobi suddenly turned to face her and the crowd upon reaching the window.<br/><br/>"Do ya<em>ever</em>shut<em>up</em>lady?" Her drunken slur had magically disappeared and she seemed incredibly sure on her feet despite being inebriated. "It's no wonder yer damned husband's such a lil wuss. Poor man's probably forgotten how to stand up for himself what with all your nagging." A casual flick of her wrist and she tossed the now misshapen wig back to the startled man. He barely caught it and quickly put it back on, though it did little to help his image.<br/><br/>Her other hand had reached back to push open the second-floor windows, letting in the cool night breeze. Leaning against the window ledge, she heaved a heavy sigh. "Ahh, and here I thought the fun would last a bit longer. But seeing as how our hostess has already left the party, I think it's high time for me to leave as well." With one last grin, the crowd gasped as the woman leaned back and literally fell out the window. Catching herself on the ledge, she jumped down easily to the garden below and gathering her skirts around her, she was glad for her boots as she made her way at a sprint towards the docks...