A/N: Let's have another chapter, shall we?
"Welcome," seven simultaneous voices chimed as Elizabeth lowered her arms from their defensive position and began picking petals off her clothes.
"Yeah, thanks. Hello or whatever," she mumbled through the Japanese, feeling a silky petal between her fingers for a moment and looked up at the speakers. Seven ridiculously good looking guys stared back at her,.
"Oh, a newcomer," one said, she didn't pay attention to which as she suddenly stiffened. A tall blonde boy who didn't look very Japanese at all caressed her chin as he spoke to her, "Welcome Mademoiselle!" he declared grandiosely, even though he had already said welcome and all Elizabeth could concentrate on was thinking repeatedly 'Stop touching me. Stop touching me. Stop touching me.'
"My princess, won't you tell us your name?" The blonde boy leaned in close to her face and she wished her 'stop touching me' mental beams would work.
"Elizabeth," she responded and did her best to casually wiggle out of his grasp, which wass not very casually at all. Though she did not notice, another of the boys, with black hair and glasses pulled out a small black book and flipped through it quickly.
"Oh," he said, "You're the new American transfer student, correct?" The other boys looked up at him in surprise and then back at the girl before them. She couldn't help but think they might have expected an American girl to be bleach-blonde, busty, and have a spray-on tan. Instead they got this pale, bespectacled girl with bobbed hair she had dyed black shortly before moving, not to mention her breasts were virtually concave. The boys looked at each other for a moment in uncertainty and she couldn't help the quote that popped into her head when they did.
"'An American! There's an American among us!'" she said in mock amazement, placing her hands on her check as if in awe before reverting to a deadpan expression, "that's what you're thinking right?" The boys looked back at her with even more surprise, she felt bad the moment she had spoken, "Sorry, that came out…wrong," she said, even though it really hadn't. "A-anyway, what is this place?" she asked looking around to avoid the boys' faces.
This seemed to be the type of question the blonde needed for his recovery, he took her hand in his own, again failing to notice how uncomfortable this made her, and answered. "This, Princess, is Ouran Academy's legendary Host Club!" he declared, making a waving motion with his free hand. She didn't understand what a 'Host' was, but as he continued speaking she got a good idea.
"Tell me, Chéri," she wondered how many different things he could call her instead of her name, "what type do you prefer? Wild? Lolita? Cool? Little devils? Natural?" He pointed to each of the males respectively as he labeled them. "Or…!" he paused for dramatic effect that was lost to the American, her own mind struggled to figure out what he was implying about types, "Perhaps a prince for the American princess," he declared, once again bursting through her personal space and giving what was supposed to be a seductive look at the same time her mind finally came to the only plausible conclusion.
"Th-thi-this-" she began, not knowing the correct Japanese for her realization.
"Yes?" the blonde leaned in closer, if that were possible.
"This-This is," giving up on finding the correct words in Japanese, she instead yelled in English, "MALE PROSTITUTION!"
The shocking declaration stunned the Hosts--who had of course been taking English classes most of their school careers and knew exactly what she had screamed for all to hear--sending their 'Prince' careening into a suddenly dark corner. By the time all but their leader had snapped out of the shock-induced trance, Elizabeth was nothing but a hint of yellow down the hall.