A very, very beautiful, magical and pink Kirlia was walking along the sidewalk with her hands intertwined with each other. She had her eyes closed, moving in rhythm with her very soft and massive sizes that laid bare for many people to lay their eyes on. Her dress showed these sizes beautifully, but she didn't mind even slightly. Azami would then open her hands, and play with the air around them, making very pretty twinkling lights in the evening sky. “Beautiful...” She whispers to herself.