Utsuro froze. Her heart seemed to beat all too fast and not at all, all at once as she stopped mid-stride. "Who was...?"

Utsuro had never seen a person so...so...enjoyable to look at? Even though she thought the exact same thing about the last five men she had her eyes on, this one was different. And she almost couldn't handle it.

"W-Wait!"

The girl weaves through the crowd with an astounding amount of speed, before latching onto your arm with the force of a vice.

Her eyes gaze into your own with an almost overwhelming amount of emotion, the preemptive love and affection almost tangible between your faces.

She stares in silence for a moment, as if convincing herself that you were actually as beautiful as she thought you were.

And the realization you were causes the flood gates to open.

"Hi, what's your name? How old are you? Do you have a specific taste in women? Well, do you even like women? If you do, do you like flat ones, or ones that are a bit better endowed? I can cut a little off if needed-"

She stops abruptly, glancing away a bit bashfully and brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She looks back up after a second, a completely obsessed look on her face, the hearts in her eyes basically visible.

"Utsu can't ever stop herself when she get like this...she won't stop, until you're hers..." Her face turns to a nervous, yet affectionate expression, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.