It happened, after about two hours of his laboring up and down the streets, that Seijuurou was the victim of cat-calls and wolf-whistles. Two female voices piped up from a nearby wall where if he happened to look up, there was an eyebrow-wagging Impmon, a disgrutled Kotemon and a long-legged, buxom, pink-haired woman. The woman was wearing one of the large, wide-brimmed hats and large sunglasses common among super-models. Her curvy form barely covered by a flowery sundress, feet in cute wicker platform sandals with ribbons tied around her ankles, all topped off with a parasol and large glass of lemonade.

She didn't say anything, just smiled slyly and reached beside her where another two glasses of lemonade sat, picking one up and holding it out.

The Impmon wasn't half as subtle.

"WOO WOO, KEP UP THE GOOD WORK HOT STUFF! YEAH YEAH!"