Her hair red as the autumn leaves, eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. Her tresses flow loose like a river, pigtails of it held like the reins of a stallion, "Howdy, I'm Asuka, and I'll be waitin' on you this evenin'. What'll it be, sugar? Ain't got all day to stand around here twiddlin' my thumbs. C'mon, time's a wastin'! Pray tell, are you daft, darlin'?" she sneered, with a drawl thick as molasses. Then saying under her breath, "Those weary eyes... this dullard needs feeding up~.”