That, definitely, she had to try. Rikku posed, licking her lips, and then leaned on an imaginary countertop. "Martini?" she asked, trying to seem pouty and confident and hot and really, really over twenty-one.

She shot a look at Dōjima, dropping back to her normal voice. "Plus if they're checking out your cleavage, they're not gonna be thinking about your age, right?"