( thankfully for them both [and more for her personal sanity], the movie they were going to watch wasn't one she was in, but it was still.....questionable at best given it focused on some rather unusual kinks and some half-baked lazy parody of a movie from her own world. still she wasn't here for that, she was more so here to escape the paparazzi buzzing around and coming up with all sorts of weird lies about the 'queen' and her workout activities.

still it was a saving grace that her seat partner was keita of all people— someone who knew of her world and someone she had come to quite like and respect. as he rose up, she didn't hesitate to take his seat in turn, becoming as comfortable as she could given her elaborate and tight dress. )

Why if it isn't the watchmaker, how lovely to see you again! I appreciate it, come sit next to me.

( her voice was teasing and gentle, patting the seat next to hers with a soft smile before her attention returned back to the rest of his words and questions. )

I have to be honest and say this is far more fancier than anything I've ever seen back home. Usually the seats are single, tiny and cramped to fit in as many people as possible into the theater. I guess given the nature of this place.....they want us to get comfortable...

( not to mention the sex toys in the 'goodie bags'. )