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     Arms crossed, Eunjung stood in front of the tumble dryer watching the mixture of fabrics spinning endlessly. She could've sworn that the timer said 5 minutes left 10 minutes ago. Rubbing her arms, she let out a sigh. She was glad that the laundry room had been empty, mostly due to the fact that her underwear didn't match, standing alone simply clad in a black bra and a pair of striped pink panties.

     The sound of her phone buzzing against the bench behind her was audible over the dryer, catching Eunjung's attention. Turning back, she was barely able to catch the screen going dim from a received text message. Reading the message made her smile, a soft laugh bubbling from her chest as she replied.

     As the weather began to warm up, the residents of the Lair emerged from the the comfort of their rooms and the outer area of the mansion began to be used more and more. Seeing how it was still somewhat early in the season, Eunjung found that there was still space available by the poolside. She preferred it this way, in all honesty. She could still see the reflection of the water over the rough surface of the poolside, the strange shapes formed with the light as they creeped up. It was better at night, in her opinion, but that was something else altogether.

     Laying her towel out over the chair, she donned her favorite pair of sunglasses and took her place by the pool. Finally being able to feel the sun's rays radiating on her skin felt wonderful, and the heat was still at a somewhat manageable level. Though she'd dozed off, she managed to make out a figure passing by in front of her through her half-lidded eyes.

At first, Key didn’t understand what had happened. He was sure he had gotten the right measurements to make the dress Suzy would wear to that fancy party from her agency. However, as evidence proved, he had been wrong; the thing was that he never got these things wrong. But then Suzy had explained the cause, and Key pursed his lips in plain disapproval.

"So close to an event like that and you thought that overeating was going to be a good idea?" he shook his head, though his expression wasn’t that of a mad man. This still could be solved.

Yet it didn’t seem like either of them had woken up with the right foot. In a matter of seconds, Key was staring at his creation ripped to a level where not even he could do something about it in such a short notice. But the groan the girl let out made him snap off his daze. Hurrying, he crouched down next to her with worry in his eyes.

"You stupid girl, how old are you? You could have seriously injured yourself!" he nagged at the girl, helping her to stand up. "Aish, this girl."

Huffing and with a scowl settled on his features, he looked for any possible injuries in her legs. “Now there is no way you will be using stilettos. You will only damage your ankle. And what about this?” he pointed at the pieces of the dress. “There is no way that dress is happening tonight,” he exclaimed in a loud tone.

Then he saw that Suzy’s eyes were getting red, and he sighed. He never liked to see women cry. One of the reasons why he was gay, he thought. Running a hand through his hair, he turned around and grabbed a bathrobe, handing it to her.

"Don’t cry. You are lucky I decided to have a studio in my room. I have more dresses in there. Let’s get a look of them and then you can take whichever you want to your event. If you rip them there, though, I don’t know what you will do then–"

Clearing his throat, he offered her his arm and led her towards the rich part of his life: the small and cozy studio he had designed for himself where the stars now could be seen if they looked up at the sky.

"Sit down in there," he prompted her. Then he bounced towards one of the closets, taking out a wig of long, brown hair, and a pair of feather scarves in fluorescent pink and lime, then he took out two white fedoras and soon dressed them up with it. Taking his phone, he scanned through the music, soon finding his mix for "Home Alone Jams". In a matter of seconds, Shania Twain’s voice resounded in the room, and as the lights went off, Key took a small remote-control and began to present dress after dress.

It had been a long day. Tiring. Amber could barely find it in her oh-so aching soul to drag herself from the gym back to The Lair. She had a light sheen of sweat masking her fair, almost unblemished skin, sweat beading on her forehead. There was an audible thud when she collided with the bed in her large room. If it wasn't for the stench of a good thirty minutes of weights and cardio, the exhausted being would have just as easily dozed off from the tiresome day. But nevertheless the allure of a warm drizzle of steamy relaxation was too much to resist.

After thoroughly washing, shampooing, rinsing, and pampering under the shower, she felt rejuvenated. Now the conditions were perfect to really relax. Hair dried and sweat rinsed away, the one thing Amber felt she needed to wind down from the exhausting day was a drink. And that she would get.

Having just turned legal age, the young woman didn't have much drinking experience. Before having that first drink on her twenty-first birthday, she despised alcohol. Inexperience didn't hinder her pursuit of relaxation as she made her way downstairs towards the bar area. The area was consistently stocked with the works. Alcoholic beverages all but flowed from the counter that seated only a few. One of the few there being a beautiful and young looking female with long hair. She was visibly drunk but still seemed coherent so the tomboy took it upon herself to accompany her. She sauntered over to take a seat beside the other.