Musta hums to herself as she sat at her mirror, painting her long claws pink to match her hair and eyes, as she did so, Musta uses her other pair of arms to short through her mail, the paint on her lower claws already dry "Hmm... bills, love letters, newspaper adds..." Musta said, throwing the love letters in the bin, the pink envelopes mixing in with the rest of the trash "Oh, a letter from The Enforcers, odd thing too, they never send dear ol' Musta letters..." Musta says, opening the envelope and taking out the paper as she used one of her upper arms and fix on her lipstick