"Who is that man?" asked a schoolgirl, uncomfortably pulling her short skirt down some as a man in a purple suit and a zebra print cowboy hat drove past, leaning out of his limousine window.

"Don't acknowledge him Wakaba. Akio is not a man worthy of our thoughts." Her mother said briskly, hurrying her into Bloomingdale's. But Wakaba would not forget Akio, or his limousine.

The next day Wakaba was on the bus to her apartment and saw a girl, little older than herself, in hot pants, fishnets and a leather corset top. "Hello." Said the prostitute shyly to Wakaba.

"Um.. hello…" Wakaba said uncomfortably. The people in the bus were giving them strange looks.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." The girl turned around and answered her cell phone. "Akio? I'm on my way back."

"Wait!" whispered Wakaba. "Who is Akio?"

"He's my pimp." The girl replied.

"Oh, so you are a-" the girl nodded.

"Don't let me get you in trouble miss." The bus stopped and the girl and Wakaba both got off.

"Yes, don't let Anthy bother you." It was Akio! In a lime green suit and tie, he put an arm around Anthy and led her to his limo.

He seemed like a prince…but pimp is a four-letter word, thought Wakaba. Oh well. Suddenly, she felt something tug at her sock. Wakaba looked down and saw a small furry…thing in a shade of lavender that matched the suit she had first seen Akio in. "What are you?"

The creature held up a heavily scented card: The Rose Witch of Akio's (God of Erotic Arts) Phallic Tower. Absolute Destiny: Apocalypse. Get your kicks in now!

"Oh my! My mother would die if she knew I'd just read the words Erotic and Phallic! So you belong to Anthy?"

It nodded.

"I'll take you home with me little monkey-mouse thing." Wakaba smiled, picked it up, and went home.