-In NYC-

"I like your strange clothes."

A woman said so when I met her gaze directly.

"Yeah? You must look much stranger, though?"
I said so cynically with a frown.
She looked like something out of a fairy tale.

Then she giggled.

"How could I become so strange?”

She paused for a moment...

And started dancing just like a mermaid.

"For me, this place is my seafloor."