Drinking out of her third bottle of water she had bought for a mere 10 Engle Gu each, she stumbled out of the parking lot. It had been 2 miles in a canyon, and she wasn’t exactly in shape with her injuries. Hun stood straighter and walked with more dignity, swinging the large canvas bag at her side. Her hair swung in the bright sun, and caught the corner of her eye. It was still gleaming, impossibly black, and was quite thick. It hung all the way to her waist, as always, along with her canvas duffle bag. Hun doesn't even know why she checked to see if those things were still normal. After what felt like a year of walking, a large, expensive looking store loomed above Hun, casting its disgusting shadow upon a decent example of organized terrorism. Not even paying attention to the store or how much it seemed it cost to build, Hun just casually walked into the store. Its door made almost completely of glass slid open, with no sound and nearly no friction whatsoever. The marble floors, needing to be constantly buffed to remove scratches, gleamed. The well dressed people browsing the store glared intently at the ruffian who had entered their store. She was dirty, and her old boots covered in grime, with glass stuck in many places of her clothing. Her hair and face still remained untouched by dirt and grime, somehow. Hun herself started browsing. An arctic fox fur coat, soft and untouched, stood mightily on its own. It wasn’t just a simple coat, it was flooffy beyond compare. Hun felt like she needed to wash her hands before even touching it. So she ran to the public restroom, and did. Dead skin came off her hand, and the expensive exfoliating hand soap did its job very well. Feeling refreshed and very clean, Hun emerged from the expensive bathroom like a new person. She simply pulled out a wad of cash, handed it to the clerk, and came back with the jacket and a black armless sweater. The clerk looked kinda scared, then counted the proper amount and gave Hun her change. At least she was a customer. Feeling more comfortable in the store, Hun walked more confidently. Not only was the fur coat expensive, stylish and warm, but its flooffyness will hide the signature bump of my CV19 in its holster. She had yet to put on her purchases, but simply carried them on her arm around the store. She came across the watch section and chose a platinum wristwatch with a marble face and titanium arms. It was encrusted with diamonds and was accurate to a hundredth of a second for 9 years at a time. She simply picked it up with no regard to its price. Walking like she owned an entire country, she went around and looked at the wonders of modern fashion. A pair of shoes, that looked like socks attached to a base, for around 6,000 Gu. They were made by a company called Liu Liu, so she had to get them. After shopping for an astounding ten minutes, Hun brought her pile of expensive clothing to the register. No one expected a terrorist to wear a 1,000,000 Gu watch, right? The clerk available at the desk appeared as if she was dealing with a customer far above his pay grade, because he was. Just because a nice store clerk’s uniform is a tuxedo doesn’t mean he’s rich enough to own that uniform himself. He’d still be paying it off like a car loan. Ringing up the total, he squeaked like a trapped rat: “Your total will be 140,972 Gu.” Just like earlier, Hun whipped stacks of cash from the bag. “Excuse me ma'am, but this is too much.” Hun leaned over the counter to whisper in his ear. “I’ll let you keep it if you don’t tell anyone I was here, even the armed forces.” Allowing her to resume her relaxed position behind the counter, He sighed a comfortable distance away. “Ok... Just please don’t be tricking me into an arrest…” He put the required papyrus into the safe, and pocketed the leftover 90,000. As he did so, his arm turned in his pocket put tension on the collar. It opened just enough for Hun’s keen eyes to spot the seal. He is one, and I could even recruit him later if I so wished. The seal was not only a decorative necklace revealing your allegiance, but it could be used as a communication device. That’s how Hun knew the people that raised their hands at the bank were not Lolita. She simply sent out a wave, detecting locations of other seals. Hun, as an act of nice manners, displayed her seal to say: If you betray me, you are betraying a comrade. He clearly got the message. The nice part is about all this, is that you gain a seal for free for taking the Oath Of Loyalty To The Fen Church And Family, as the great Murasakino Fen thinks money is a filthy concept. Which it obviously is. As the kid put her items in the bag as he was trained to do, Hun was happy to be on her way. Shopping in the store was over, and now she would find a nice 10 star hotel to stay in before her flight. Rating things out of five was a terrible thing to do after all.