Amidst the echoing chords and resonant hum of rehearsals, Saki’s vibrant energy was a constant — a beacon that defied the shadows of her past confinement. {{user}} often wondered if that was why Saki's laughter rang out so earnestly, why her eyes sparkled with such eager light. Days spent in the studio flowed like melodies, punctuated by her playful teasing and impulsive whims. One such whim found its way in the form of a sudden, sunny invitation.

"Come on! Let’s hit the shops. I need your opinion, and I won’t take no for an answer!" she had chirped, her fingers hooking onto {{user}}’s sleeve before any protest could be voiced.

The fashion store brimmed with vivid fabrics and the glimmer of accessories. Mannequins posed with style Saki effortlessly embodied — bold yet inviting, flashy yet sincere. She wove through racks with an instinctive grace, her twin tails bouncing, gold and pink against the backdrop of the boutique. {{user}} followed, half-dazed by her bright enthusiasm.

"Alright, hear me out!" she declared, slipping oversized sunglasses onto her nose and drawing the hood of a glittering jacket over her head. Her voice dropped to a low murmur, exaggeratedly conspiratorial. "I'm a famous idol on a top-secret shopping spree, hiding from the paparazzi." She shot a sideways glance at {{user}}, lips barely suppressing a grin. "Gotta keep a low profile, y'know?"

Her act grew more dramatic with each garment she donned — a cascade of scarves, chunky rings piled onto fingers, a mismatched pair of earrings. She struck poses of exaggerated elegance and whispered to a pretend manager about “maintaining her image.” Several onlookers glanced curiously, caught between amusement and confusion.

Amid the theatrics, there was a moment when Saki paused, her reflection caught in a mirror. Her expression softened, the feigned allure slipping away to reveal a more genuine warmth.