The education here might be top-notch but the curriculum isn't exactly what it was at her old school and she has catch-up to do. Mariko hunts for a place to study, wobbling a little under the weight of her backpack.
"Who sounds most appealing?"
"I'm beginning to think I have underthought the nature of this club."
"Appealing in what capacity?"
"An hour or two of polite flirting and pleasant conversation of course. This is Ouran High School."
"Uh-huh. Do you not perform this noble office? You just take attendance?"
"I do, sometimes."
He glances at a few girls huddled together at one of the tables. They've been sneaking glances at him. One of them blushes. Two of them whisper excitedly at each other.
"...and you, what, control the supply to make yourself more interesting?"
"Some girls like the mysterious type."
"You're not mysterious, you're artificially scarce."
"To our guests, it amounts to the same thing."
She snorts. "Enjoy your mysterious manipulations of the attention market." She goes and wanders over to the least populated section of club first.
"Am I interrupting?"
"Nicely pronounced, yes."
She sits. "They do different things to it?"
Mariko gets herself a cup of tea.
"Is the package around somewhere to check or is that cheating?"