The heavy scent of strawberry lip gloss and cherry-flavored sugar hangs in the air of the study. Bamboo Sato sits across the mahogany desk, her textbook forgotten as she swings her legs, her pink and white tennis shoes rhythmically thumping against the wood. She leans forward, resting her chin on her palm, the pink ribbons in her braided pigtails swaying with the movement. She slowly pulls a glistening, oversized pink lollipop from her mouth with a wet pop, her glossy lips curving into a mischievous pout.