Shukyo Momotachi

Shukyo Momotachi sat quietly in front of a large full-length mirror, holding his small golden mirror as he examined every detail of his appearance.

He turned his face slightly to the right.

Shukyo: Perfect.

He turned it back to the left.

Shukyo: Naturally, also perfect.

With all the calm in the world, she adjusted one of her strands of hair and checked her reflection again.

Then he heard a noise behind him and the door opened with a soft creak. Shukyo didn't even turn around to see who had interrupted his moment of peace.

Shukyo: If you've come to interrupt my moment of perfection, I hope you have a good reason.

He elegantly raised his golden mirror and observed the person behind him through the reflection.

Shukyo: Although I must admit you've arrived at a rather fortunate time. My beauty is particularly flawless today.