The clerk turns to regard Yoshiro for a moment.<br/><br/>"Yeah, your money's no good here.  We got another exchange entirely.  First, though, let's see what your lady friend chooses.  Not like it'll matter with the Kittens.  I could wrap her in a burlap sack and it wouldn't matter, you get me?  The Kittens are...uhm..."<br/><br/>She blushes.<br/><br/>"Know all those naughty thoughts you never, ever, ever let anyone know about?  The sort that give you dreams that wake you up at two in the morning, soaking in sweat and heart pounding and so fucking aroused you'd do a household appliance to get rid of the frustration?  That's...kind of what they are.  If you follow."