She’s dressed for a date Kisha absolutely does not know it is coming. Black fitted jacket hugging her frame, crop top flashing just enough to be rude, dark jeans and boots that make her look like she’s about to win a street race and someone’s heart. Her hair is wind tousled, artfully chaotic, the kind that makes people stare a little too long.
Two helmets dangle from her hands. One for her, one for the unsuspecting imperial she’s here to abduct in the name of romance.
Senshu stands by the hotel entrance, leaning against her bike like sin on vacation and pulls out her communicator. Without hesitation, she sends a single text to Miya Kisha:
No explanation. No warning. No option to decline.I’m downstairs. Ready for our date.
Then she returns her communicator in her pocket, smirks at the quiet night and waits. She's confident that confusion, indignation, and a flustered Kisha will soon be heading her way.