Let's assume that she's let in on it, and see what's going on across the street, shall we?

Temari began her trek through main street up to the Hokage Tower. She had a weird feeling that things were different when she entered through the gates, though it could be the weird pervy mountain carvings making her shudder at the secondhand embarrassment for the people that had to live here with such things looming over them, but there was definitely a change on the wind, she can feel it. She wanted to give the message from her brother, the Sunakage to the Hokage here, and be on her way back home before the ornery atmosphere infected her senses.

Though then again, a trip to Shikamaru's couldn't hurt any, right? Maybe afterwards.

Then she spied the local Jinchuriki. sitting on a bench and muttering to that Hyuuga girl. Oddly, she looked far more confident, and gasped at something as she looked down at herself. What, like she's suddenly startled by that gaudy orange playboy bunny outfit she was wearing? Maybe she didn't notice how much acreage those huge melons were spilling out of that corset of hers, and blondie decided to point it out to her. She playfully punched him in the arm with a giggle, and Naruto rubbed the back of his head before writing in the book in his lap while the purplette tugged down her midriff-exposing sweater and crossed her kneesocked legs underneath her little black tennis skirt. Though the orange bunny ears were still weird in her opinion, but whom was she to talk, she had four pigtails.

Funny, from her memories of back at the Chuunin exams all that time ago, she didn't seem such the type to act playful...Ah, probably nothing, Temari didn't really get to know her, maybe she's obtained some therapy and looks at things different now or something.

She decides to go say hello, at least, if not to avoid the three perverts screaming in fear down the way that were running off in tiny maid outfits. Temari couldn't tell from this distance, but they looked familiar...

"Yo, shortstuff, I see you got yourself a girlfriend!" Temari teases as they look up at her from that book of Naruto's.

"Oh, hey, Temari, you here on business by any chance?" Naruto says, as Hinata whispers into his ear. It seemed rude to Temari that he began writing when she was about to respond, but she decided to let it slide for some reason.

"Indeed I am! The Princess of the Sand needs to keep up appearances, you know!" She responded in a high-pitched tone, waving her little fan in her face on this nice summer day. Naturally royalty like her needs to look her best and not be spoiled by sweat all over her heavily done makeup. After all, if her lipstick smudges on her plump lips, how else would people know of her skills of sucking and blowing?

She gave a little shimmy of her fake-looking helium-filled bosom as they almost raise up out of the sweetheart cut of her parody of a princess dress. The thing was mostly translucent, making her always-hard nipples and tiny thong visible through the haze of blue fabrics, with the corset clamping down at her tiny waist and raising her giant balloobies up and out, and the huge poofy gown only going down to her knees. Temari's tiara she wore was a gaudy affaire, highlighting her four long oujo-sama curls that her four pigtails were in, looking like pods the way they stick out behind her head. Her legs were adorned with garters and thigh-highs, paired with chunky high heeled platforms, and along her arms were silky opera gloves to complete her look.

The Royal Wardrobe was her pride and joy on her five-foot-nothing body, ever since her brother became Sunakage, she was enlisted in as the Sand Princess due to relationships. An odd Sand Village custom for sure, but one that she adored. Though she was kind of concerned when her Wind Style: Helium Techniques she was able to learn from her royal power, had the side effect of pumping her booty and her breasts as sort of storage tanks. Still though, she did feel powerful in such a garment, even if it took two hours to get dressed.

The two looked ridiculous as they looked like they were about to cry over something. I looked down the road nervously, hoping those weirdos were gone.

"O...kay, then, I, the Royal Sucker and Blower, have important business to get to, and I can see that I may have interrupted your little date. So long, Naruto!" She sweeps around as they wave her off, before blasting out their laughter. They couldn't be at her, could it? Of course not, such a ridiculous notion. Whom would laugh at this jiggly posterior she had, that was plainly visible, since the gown did not cover her backside, and more of stopped to frame around it.

At any rate, The Sand Princess will not be kept waiting to give Tsunade her secret message-passing lewd fan dance, as per Ko-Suna relations tradition.