Her Prada shoes… her dress by Dolce… the slacks by Donna Karan… even that cute little top that didn't come from a named designer but which matched the color of her eyes so perfectly she had fallen in love with it immediately… all gone. She quickly opened Kirika's closet only to find the same. All the outfits she had helped Kirika pick out while they were hiding out from the Soldats in New York were gone as well. Mireille let out a wail of despair as she realized she had been burgled, and then her mind immediately jumped to "We're the only two people here…. who did this?" It was then that she heard footsteps in the hallway outside the bedroom and her dive for her gun was only arrested by the realization that the almost silent steps could only be Kirika's.
Kirika stepped into the room and looked at Mireille standing naked in front of two empty closets and as her eyes met Mireille's she heard Mireille say, "Kirika… our clothes are gone…." Then Mireille's eyes widened a bit and she said "Kirika why aren't you wearing anyth…" As comprehension dawned upon Mireille's beautiful features she cried out "Oh my god no! Kirika... you didn't?" Kirika stepped determinedly across the room and put her arms around Mireille. She enjoyed a very contended feeling of bliss as she felt Mireille's breasts rising and falling against her own and she said to her "It doesn't matter Mireille we don't need them anymore. The weather here never gets cold, and even when it rains it's a warm rain." As she looked up into Mireille's eyes she said, "Now nothing can ever come between us again!"