The slick black skyscraper hotel looked down on the colorful congested streets of Japan. Kiara looked at the streets, teens walked around in layers of clothing with golden died hair and dark tans. Their corner of their eyes were bejewled with crystals of every color, and their eyes dusted with shimmery white shadow. Kiara felt out of place in her jeans a shirt. There was something about Japanese style that made you want to try it. She opened her suitcase and unpacked her makeup, dusting shimmery white powder to her eyes. She added a few more layers over her simple tank-top and took out a colorful sweater. That was a little better. She took the anime decorated elevator down and walked out of the hotel. Kiara walked around the streets to see various stores decorated with lights and people enjoying whatever the store had to offer. She let down her sleek black hair which cascaded down her shoulders.
“Jaslene?” a young man around her age asked. She could tell he was a tourist.