The door slammed open, as all the hosts turned. A girl they had never seen before stood there. She was wearing all red and black, and had the punk look going for her. She had a devious expression. She quickly raised her arm and pointed at Kyouya, who was in the middle of sipping his tea. "I have a proposition!" It didn't seem like a question, more like a demand. Kouya awkwardly set his cup on the table and slid his glasses up his nose.
The rest of them stood there, confused by the girl's strange approach. Very few girls enter looking so hostile and... strange. Eventually, Tamaki slid up beside her. Finding comfort following the routine he smiled seductively and seemed to pull a rose out of no-where. "Hello Princess." He winked and let the rose's soft, velvety petals trail over her skin.
She didn't look amused, although a slight carnation pink spread across her cheeks, adding a girlish look to her harsh expression. She grimaced and pushed him away. "I am no princess!" Tamaki blushed and looked hurt and confused as he was rejected. No one had ever pushed him away before. The girl strode into the room, smirking. "I'm Riku, feature leader of the Female Ouran Highschool Hostclub!"
The hosts paused for a moment, completely confused at this girl. Kyouya stood, all business. "I'm very sorry, ma'am, but-"
Riku cut him off. "Yes, I know. This host club is strictly all male, but have you ever thought of the profits of a host club for the males?" She grinned truimphantly.
Kyouya blinked. He considered it.
Tamaki approached again, talking over Riku's shoulder. "But some males-"
Riku held up a hand. "Yes, yes, we are all clear about your sexual orientation." Tamaki started, and then looked seriously depressed. He retreated to a corner, tracing circles in the nonexcistent dust of the spotless music room.
