Biba: Excuse me, miss. I know it’s not funny, but your perfume smells like your daddy’s got money.
Biba: Why you slummin’ in the train in your fancy heels? You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?
Ayame: Biba, you disgust me.
Biba: Ah, so you’ve discussed me. I’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!









