Toga glanced up at his little assistant as she hummed.
Her hips suddenly snapped to the side and she gasped quietly, then continued humming.
"Little miko," Toga chuckled as he broke her from her little world. Kagome's cheeks flushed. "What are you doing?"
"Well," Kagome rubbed the back of her head. "I'm filling in for a friend at my best friend's husband's Burlesque lounge..." She pushed her fingers together.
"And you have one of the numbers stuck in your head." Toga nodded. "You can sing it out loud if you wish."
"Can I?" Kagome blinked. "You won't mind?"
"Not at all." He shook his head, ponytail slapping his shoulders. "I won't mind in the slightest."
"Thank you, Toga-sama!" Kagome grinned, bowing. "The dress is Chanel...~"
-;-
"...The shoes YSL. The bag is Dior, Agent Provocateur." Kagome flipped her legs on the chaise she was lounging on. Her long raven hair was tucked under a wig.
Toga watched from a darkened corner, with a faint smirk. His little assistant was quite the preformer, though she didn't think so.
"My address today, LA by the way, above Sunset Strip, the hills all the way." She flashed a sly smile. "My rings are by Webster, it makes their heads twirl. They all say, 'Darling, what did you do for those pearls!?' What?"
Her hand flew to her mouth.
"I am a good girl...~!"
But at the moment, Kagome looked anything but a 'good girl'.
"The age I adore, the day, oh, no more. Breakfast Polo Launch and pools at the shore. The Chateau for cocktails, the Courtyard at night. Downtown for dinner, the Helen's divine. You know I have found, the word's going round...They all say my feet never do touch the ground. What?"
"I am a good girl...~!"
She made a series of naughty noises, and blew a kiss to the crowd before vanishing behind a curtain of feathers.
"I am a good girl."
"That little miko is an interesting girl." Toga hummed, twirling the wine in his glass before leaving.