Woman Wreckages

It was about six PM, on a Saturday night. This time of day, during this day of the week, the local bar within Kirigakure was booming with business. Drinks where half off, just as if it were happy hour on any other day. The men were as drunk as ever, and the women tried endlessly to fend them off. The bartenders swiftly moving throughout the bar ensuring each order had gotten taken care of and that they lost no business. From the looks of it, they were at their million dollar night, a rare night indeed. It seemed that many famous shinobi found themselves within the bar. I mean it wasn't bad to take a break from work, in fact it was the best thing that could happen. People can become engulfed by work, and forget the things they cherish the most. They could even potentially lost their sanity, and become consumed.

Amongst the riff and raffs of the people was a young woman. This woman was distinct from the rest, probably even the best figured. Her icy pink hair which reached to about her mid back, fit perfectly with her dazzling eyes. Her face had a hint of red within the skin, and it complimented her complexion, which seemed to be winning compared to the rest. Even while sitting the figure of her body was on point, with literally no flaws. Her thick big breast pushed up against the table as she laid across it slumped. Her appearance and description matched perfectly with a young samurai known as Hoshiko of the Land of Iron. The woman seemed bored as she looked across the bar. "No good catches?"