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Silky, shiny hair?Check.
Fresh, glowing skin?Check.
Clothes that are actuallypresentlyfashionable?Check.
Suffice to say, every part of me that required trimming, waxing, and shavinghasbeen trimmed, waxed, and shaved, and I can't even remember just how many outfits Lance had me try...before taking a photo of.
A part of me is still worried that those photos of his could be well on their way by now to the highest bidders, but at least they're not nudes, right?
I kind of expected people would be looking at me when I get back to the dorm, but the wayeveryoneis staring at me has alarm bells ringing in my head. I know Lance's given me a bit of an upgrade in the looks department, but there's just something about the way they're staring at me...
Oh, so that's why.
Everything becomes clear as soon as I enter my room, which has also benefited from a makeover of its own, and a rather costly one at that.
My old electric fan is gone, and I now have a fancy-looking A/C installed. My secondhand bed has been replaced with something big and new, my old chair swapped for a stylishly ergonomic Herman Miller model, and my en-suite is now equipped with not just a fully-automated Japanese toilet but a state-of-the-art single-person Jacuzzi as well.
I have no ideahowthe Devil made all of this happen in a matter of hours, but what's more puzzling than that is thewhyof it.
Why is the Devil doing this?
Honestly, I'm not even sure if I want to know the truth, and my uncertainty only grows when my phone starts to ring.
Good evening, Sheena.
The sudden change of greeting makes me feel self-conscious, and I find myself stammering in response. "Good, um, evening?"
Do you like your surprise?
I swallow hard. "I, uh, yes..."
You don't sound like it.
"I'm just overwhelmed and confused. I don't understand what this is about."
Are you sure?
Don't make any assumptions, Sheena.
I repeat the words over and over, but it's no use, and I find myself holding my breath. Is the Devil about to tell me...he likes me?
You're a smart girl.
I mean...
All of this is like a scene straight out ofPretty Womanexcept I'm more nerdy than, um, hooker-ish, so what else can this be but—-
I'm sure you've figured it out by now that this is your punishment.
I feel like slamming my head against the wall.
So stupid, Sheena!
He's the Devil, after all, and I should've expected that his reasons for doing these things would be something appropriately devilish.
Everything in your room now reminds you of me.
And everything you'll be wearing from here on is what I bought for you.
