I squared off quickly against the tipsy ninja. The fight lasted five minutes. Apparently, if you flash even the slightest bit of cleavage at a drunken shinobi, he will stop (even in the middle of a fight) to stare. With the low neckline of my kimono, this was unavoidable. I dropped him with a quick kick to the back of his knees and an elbow to his spine. Then, to add insult to injury, I stole one of his own kunai to hold at his throat.
"Pig." I spat at him. We left within five minutes.