Miia, shortly after the love hotel incident.

Miia was humming to herself as she slithered into the living room, Kimihito upstairs reapplying some ointment to his injuries from earlier. "Darling is so amazing~!" she chirped. She could hardly believe that she had avoided getting deported today, given the close call with those racists. She had just been about to lay them out herself, when Kimihito had done it for her, saying that for her, it was a crime that would end her tenure with the program. For him to do it, it was just a guy picking a fight.

Which could still have led to charges for him, but Ms. Smith had assured them that she had gotten the culprits to settle out of court. Which was basically the only reason Miia had let the mooch stay for dinner. "He's a better cook than he is a fighter though," the agent remarked, lounging in a chair as she pushed up her sunglasses. "I still say it's sad that he did more damage to himself than to the guy he hit."

"JUST GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE ME ALONE WITH DARLING, YOU FREELOADER!" Miia shouted, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her towards the door.

"Sure, sure," Ms. Smith snorted, amused. "Just remember not to do anything untoward with "Darling," you know the rules!"

Miia slammed the door behind her with a huff. "That meddling woman! Who is she to tell us what we can and can't do with our own bodies?!" she growled, before noticing a glint between the couch cushions. "Hmm?" she mused, slithering over, and fishing the object out. "... what's this?" she wondered, looking it over. It looked like an old Arabian lamp, and looked and felt like solid gold. "How did this get in here?" she wondered.