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Imagine being Sayuri in that song and having to be all like "damn, Liyuu, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your gangly body and off-putting deadpan face. I would totally dyke it out with you, both my character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old boy in her dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Sayuri and not only stand in that stage while Liyuu flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her pasty, boney skin, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, LIYUU LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to stand there and watch her mannish fucking chink face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of pretty boys and later alleged studio executives for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Miyagi. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand there and revel in her "měilì de (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with dance trainers in the previous months. And then the choreographer calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're fucking Sayuri. You're not going to lose your future music career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.

Imagine being Sayuri in that song and having to be all like "damn, Liyuu, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your gangly body and off-putting deadpan face. I would totally dyke it out with you, both my character and the real me." when all she really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old boy in her dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Sayuri and not only stand in that stage while Liyuu flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her pasty, boney skin, and just stand there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Not only having to tolerate her monstrous fucking visage but her haughty attitude as everyone on set tells her she's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, LIYUU LOOKS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to stand there and watch her mannish fucking chink face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been fucking nothing but a healthy diet of pretty boys and later alleged studio executives for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Miyagi. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on her dimpled stomach as she sucks it in to writhe it suggestively at you, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to stand there and revel in her "měilì de (for that is what she calls herself)" beauty, the beauty she worked so hard for with dance trainers in the previous months. And then the choreographer calls for another take, and you know you could kill every single person in this room before the studio security could put you down, but you stand there and endure, because you're fucking Sayuri. You're not going to lose your future music career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.