Downtown

She watched her move as if it was the most important thing in the world, the girl before her seemed so passionate about what she was doing. She took notice of the void in her eyes as she ignored everything else the world, the mural on the wall being more important that anything else around. Hiyori admired it- she hadn't found something that kept her mind so busy in years, well, beyond making people cry, but that was her own sadistic mind that enjoyed that. The girls voice brought her back to reality, shifting her gaze to her as she drank in the sight of her body, "I suppose I have no choice now. I'm assuming you find me attractive?" She came off as quite the sociopath when she spoke, her dark eyes holding absolutely nothing.

She didn't mind the girl looking at her, taking in the details shed missed from their distance, she actually found it quite nice to have someone look at her with such interest. The only looks she got were fear nowadays but I suppose that was the point of her job. The Boss' daughter hummed, "I had to take care of some business, nothing much, a little..bloody confrontation. I didn't get into a fight, it wasn't a fight..it was showing someone not to screw me over" she shrugged, looking around at the people who cringed at the work on the wall, "You shouldn't find it gross just for the simple fact your aren't that good." She stated loud enough for the people around to hear.

[] sorry it's so short. Mobile.

@Minju It was another curse worthy day of fighting, guns to temples and knives to throats, it was quite ridiculous and childish how people seemed to act when they thought they were being tough. It was somewhat amusing seeing people threaten when they can't even hold still for more than three seconds, nerve wrecking just as well. Or so, that's how the Boss' daughter felt. She had been through a strange line of hell fire today, which wasn't very unusual, well for her that is. Her mind was somewhere else, eyes forward, and her face blank. Though, that didn't take from the scraped up bloody knuckles, rips in her nice stockings, and red spots on her black and white heels- it was a pity, really. Her clothes didn't come cheap, but neither did her business. If you couldn't pay, you were in for a hell of a time, that is if you weren't simply killed on the spot. Her tongue clucked as she walked down the sidewalk to the crossing, a sting filling her senses as her tongue had been cut earlier that week, the reason being void. Hiyori let a yawn fall from her lips, brushing her hair back from her shoulders, and up into a high ponytail.

Sighing, she looked around; the driver should have pulled up by now. It didn't take her long to realize people were staring at her- was the blood that noticeable..? No, that couldn't be it, most people around downtown knew of her business- hell, they were customers half the time. Her dark eyes drifted to the source that they compared to her, and she took light steps over that way, seeing a girl spray painting a wall. She tilted her head, examining the picture before her. Of course, it was a bit lewd for public display, but it was, for lack of better words, absolutely beautiful. The detail the shorter female had worked into the picture was admirable. "It's quite amazing, though, I do believe you should ask permission if your going to incorporate someone in your work." She spoke blankly, though she wasn't complaining- how could she? It was ridiculously stunning, she'd gotten every detail, ever strand of hair- it was a professional work of art. Eyes roaming over the art once more, they shifted to look at her, head falling into a very slight tilt.