What If

XXV

The night of the Red Moon had come. I am now wearing a dress, the same gown that had somehow appeared in my room just a few hours ago. I did not even need to buy! Nor rent! Nor saw my own as I know I have no enough money to actually purchase one! But here they are, anyway.

The dress started as white,but it is purple in overall sight. In my opinion, this one is rather my style as the neckline doesn't go so far and down. It has this v shape that show my bosom and yet hid it enough for much comfort. There's a sleeve that look rather more like a cape if seen from afar, or would give the illusion of wings as I walk. The fabric itself has dark linings and not entirely purple, it also has light tones and dark tones every now and then. The ends, though, like a waterfall, is turning red on its way. Rather more red than blood could ever look like.

Now this one looks specifically designed for me as it matches the color scheme of the wings draped on my back. It seems as to show it off in a way that people who will look would not look at it and ask question. In a way that really make one think it is part of the design. I'm so purple. Even my hair, as light as it could possibly be now, almost white, really, still has that subtle shade of purple. I mean,it is beautiful, but why so purple!

"Oh, uhm..." I turned to where that sound came from and came face to face with the man who inhibits the room I am in. Right, I am not in my room, I am in his. I stared at him for a moment. His hair is dripping wet and he's wearing nothing but a towel surrounding his lower parts. I shrugged my shoulders and moved my look to his eyes.

"Would you help me with my hair?" I asked, rather serious at this point. When I came out of my room looking for someone, maybe Alexander or another girl, I found no one. Like literally no one. Aside from the fact that this dorm room only has me and four other males who seemed to have already gone and fetched their dates, I am stuck with him. Literally. For the whole night even

Yet he remained still, staring back at me.

"I mean, come on! The only board mates I have is four other males which includes you and Alexander but the others seems to have gone out already and I am quite literally stuck with you." I stood up and frantically walked around. "I do not know how to fix my hair!" That came out almost like a scream. "Uhm- ah. Sorry for that. But well... would you help me?" He stared, still at that state. He just came out of the bathroom, in his defense. "Sorry about barging in unannounced."

"Don't... you find me distracting or something?" That is the question that came out of his mouth, rather more curious and flustered than ever. Why did I not notice that? I stared at him... and down his body... and back to his eyes. He has a rather well toned body, probably from all that training he seems to have. But not too much one would find scary o, I don't know, too much? He looks and is shaped like a normal male human without any exaggeration at all when he was wearing his clothes, that is. But now he has only that towel around his hip, he looks like he'd actually done work to achieve such bodily figures. What do they call those again? Abs? And biceps are actually good to look at.

He blinked at me and I did the same. He looks more flustered more and more as seconds pass. Huh. Along with that, his scent I assume it is since I only got to smell that when he's near or I am in this room of his, is getting sharper- or rather more potent as seconds passed.

"My lord, you have a well built body that could make someone droll over you," I smiled innocently. "But I'm not that someone..." I continued. "And dear, you know it does not show in your face but I can feel your anxiety from over here. What is wrong with you?" But he did not answer, just shrugged and stared again. "THEN GO CHANGE AND HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Alright!" And he left me in his room back to his wardrobe.

Minutes later, almost half an hour, actually, he came out of his wardrobe wearing a formal attire. Just the usual, really. Nothing to fancy. He was wearing a whit long sleeved polo that he pared with a black vest and he has a bow tie, blood red on pure white light, that matched the color of my gown, somehow. Did he intend this? His pants though are black, along with the shoes he's wearing. It's looks pretty well on him, though. "Why are you still here?"