The Hotel

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"*GASP*- AH! W-WHERE..."

The girl hacks and coughs, wiping away the blood dripping down her dry lips. She licks them, attempting to help her chaps regain moisture while scanning the area she woke up in. This... isn't Area 51, is it-?, the girl thinks warily. A jingling tune plays, warm and comforting, as she breathes slowly to regain her composure. What kind of dream was that?, she wonders, replaying it in her mind. That man... and that place. She sighs. There was no time to think about it yet.

She is a pretty little thing- with a lean figure, slim waist, and long fingers. Her piercing grey eyes stare at her own lithe form, and her free, wavy beige hair only compliments her. She is wearing the grey blazer and matching pull-on boots, paired with the same viridian turtleneck and black jeans- although now everything was clean. A small backpack lay on the floor next to her, and she was facing a wall. Picking up the bag, she opens it to find basic necessities- toiletries, another change of clothes, bandages, a lighter, some vitamins, food packed in airtight bags, a water bottle or two. Good. There was also a pouch, filled with a- a wide assortment of scrunchies...?

Smiling, the girl picks out a grey one. Pulling her hair into a quick side-ponytail, she ties the scrunchie neatly and stands up, looking around to see that she was in an elevator. Explains the music, at least, she chuckles, as she hums along. She then stops.

Why am I in an elevator in the first place?, she wonders, running her hand along the metal grate. The elevator was simple, but the curious thing was that there was only a single button. A few seconds later, the music stops to be replaced by a pleasant ding. The metal grates screech open to reveal a reception room to a fancy-looking hotel. However... no one is there. Everything looks clean- there is a service bell, luggage is strewn across the room in those carriers, the receptionist desk has keys. It seems like everyone vanished into thin air.

The girl begins to remember something.
She came to this hotel some time ago... intending to figure something out. What was it? She came with two others. Who were they? And where were they now? She stands in silence for a whole five minutes, until...

"Hello? Miss, do you hear me?" a voice calls out, fading in and out like a faulty radio. The girl looks towards the source, who so happens to be another lady. She has a stall of some sorts, which is selling various provisions. The girl is able to pick out lighters, flashlights, food, vitamins, lockpicks, and more basic needs. She turns to the lady with inky black hair and shiny white eyes, staring at her questioningly.

"Ah, so you can hear me," the lady waves. She is wearing black combat boots, loose white jeans, and a grey coat- underneath which she has on a comfortable-looking ivory shirt with the initial 'J' emblazoned in fancy script. Her long, uncut hair does not match her neat look. "I'm so glad to see another girl here!" she smiles, curling a stray piece of hair above her ear.

"...Jenn?" the girl asks tentatively. 'Jenn' freezes. She stares at the girl, scrutinizing her closely.

"How do you know that?" she finally asks, lips downturned. The girl points to her shirt, mumbling, "...lucky guess?"

Jenn seems satisfied. Her lips threaten to pull up into a smirk, but she resists- instead, she turns to her shop, waving a hand at the wares. "See something you like?"

The girl shakes her head, motioning to her backpack. "I think I already have whatever I need."

Noticing Jenn's dissatisfaction, she smiles and rummages for the special keycard in her pocket. Jenn's eyes light up as the girl summons some Gold, hands them to the now-excited Jenn, and flicks her head towards the lockpicks. "Those would be useful, though."

Jenn raises an eyebrow. "Good choice, though," she nods, while counting the Gold. A minute passes and she turns to the girl, who is picking up a choice set of two lockpicks. "It's a little less for two," she says.

The girl looks at her scrunchie-pouch. "What's your favorite color?" she asks. Jenn looks on in confusion. "Nevermind," the girl giggles, "I think I've already found a fitting one. Will this work?"

She holds out a glittery silver scrunchie with black gradient. Jenn looks at it questioningly. "It looks nice... sure, but what's this for?"

"Your hair," the girl says, pointing to the thing in question. "It looks like it could do with a brush!" she adds, picking out a brush from her backpack. "May I?"

Jenn slightly goes pink. "I guess you may..." she mutters, turning around and seating herself on the floor with her back to the girl- who smiles and sits down to do Jenn's hair. "What hairstyle do you want?" she asks, running her fingers through the taller's hair- who promptly goes even redder. Jenn mumbles, "Do whatever you think is best."

And just like that, the girl has made friends with the lady...
...again.

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KEKEKE JENN IS HERE!!! 

Jenn is basically the starter shop in the elevator. The harem begins >:))

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AND [alwaysdistracted] IF YOU ARE READING THIS MHJGSAMZMASH I HATE YOU SM

i was held at gunpoint to speedrun this chapter TTwTT