The summer festival is in full swing, the square is filled with colorfully dressed people. A woman walked slowly through the crowd, covering her face with a fan. Noticing that it was a geisha, the townspeople parted, giving way.

Azula, however, turned into a doorway, and in a few minutes she was not a geisha, but a cheap girl from the street. Realizing that she was being chased, she stood on the corner of the street, and pretending to be drunk, she said.

"Hey.. nobody wants to have fun?