Lorelei was thankfully one of those people, on both sides of the coin: she had no recollection of who she was, but she somehow understood the dances and fashion of Joya. Yet conversely, she was clearly not of Joyan descent!
Today though, that wasn't the problem, it was what she was going to do with her winnings from the dance competition she had impressed Masami at the other day, she needed a place to stay, so she meandered her way into the SUltry Heights, looking for an apartment for the meantime while she could bide her time and think of her next major move to recollect her memory.
Thankfully enough? People were stopping to congratulate her?
"You did a wonderful job with your parasol dance." Said one elderly woman.
"You were amazing on that stage! I didn't think anyone from outside of Joya could put their hair up like that without help." Spoke a fashionista savvy man.
She couldn't help but blush a little, she was the talk of the town. A water mage, a cute girl, pink hair, foreign, and able to, despite having amnesia, which was common knowledge now, she was somehow well versed in the culture of their people!
The only problem she had though, besides her money woes and housing, was misunderstandings with local ruffians calling themselves Yakuza, maybe she could dance her way out of them bothering her as well?
As she walked up to one of the buildings that had rooms for rent, there was a rather rotund man sitting outside, sipping tea. "Oh, you're here for a room for a little bit? You know, for you, I could let you live there rent free for a coup[le of weeks, think of it like a bonus for winning the contest."