Can I take offense on that?

As tensions climbed, An-rin's glare felt like a laser beam, capable of scorching the clown-faced gyaru, who wore an infuriating smirk as if she were the reigning queen of the bustling shopping district.

Lost in her deluded superiority, the gyaru seemed to believe that her two hulking thugs granted her the power to demand adoration from anyone she chose to torment. Yet, those who had witnessed the incident unfold exchanged disappointed glances, their expressions reflecting the collective disapproval of her misguided arrogance.

It made one wonder why less conventionally attractive girls like this over-the-top gyaru often adopt such airs of superiority, especially when bolstered by the presence of muscle-bound companions. Is it perhaps a mask for their insecurities?

Yep. It must be like that. They couldn’t stand those who were more attractive than they were.