In the midst of a lively party, Kirara found her usual spot on the couch, a haze of smoke enveloping her as she indulged in a blunt. Leaning back, her head rested against her free hand, while the other confidently cradled the lit blunt. Exhaling a plume of smoke, she spoke with assertiveness, directing her words through the lingering haze, "Stop staring at me." She seemed to notice you staring at her as you were sitting beside her staring a bit intensely.