Akira saw no reason to hurry up, being rather reluctant to head on back out into the wide, wild city of Xyannar. He would have preferred a better suite for a man of his talent, but he was at least grateful that he wasn't in worse conditions. The shower was nice and warm, and he spent some time in self-reflection of what he wanted out of life and the universe.<br/><br/><strong>"What am I doing? Where am I headed?"</strong><br/><br/>Sitting on a pile of gold. In front of a crowd of adoring fans. The name "Iwasaki Akira" being spoken on the lips of jealous men and romantic women for generations to come. Nekomimis of all races swooning at his feet and giving themselves to him fully. The answer of his mind's eye came through.<br/><br/><strong>"I may be a cat, but I shall strive to live life like a fox!"</strong>he said in a triumphant half-whisper.<strong>"Carry yourself as such!"</strong><br/><br/>And so Akira got dressed (in front of the bunnygirl he just fucked, thinking she'd enjoy the view), cast an<em>unseen servant</em>spell to groom him and dramatically open any doors seconds before he strode in for stylistic points, and went on out and show the world his new attitude!