Le Clown Rose

9!

The very last thing that Opal saw before she decided to take a short nap against the bookshelf was the sight of Hisoka getting into a slick black car, the door opened by Illumi himself.

Two hours or so passed by before she came to be once more. By this time, the sun had already set and the moon welcomed Opal back to reality, gleaming its illuminated white light right onto her dazed face.
She takes a second to process her surroundings, feeling an odd sense of déjà-vu. Harmed and in Hisoka's home once again.

She sighs, removing the tattered hardcover books from atop her body. Her legs wobble slightly as she stands up, but eventually gets the hang of it.
Without the threat of death looming over her head, Opal felt a sense of peace for the first time since she came across Hisoka. She was confident he wasn't interested in killing her, not yet at least. She had a well-taken care of home at her disposal, and all that was on her mind was getting some food.

His home resembled something more of a beach-front villa. A glistening blue pool called for her in his backyard, the stars mirroring in the soft waves from the autumn breeze and glimmering hypnotically.
Inside his home, a set of stairs were built beside the small kitchen. She recognized the hallway upstairs and remembered seeing a pristine bathroom.

She rushes up the stairs, wounded fingers fidgeting to remove her worn and torn dress on the way. Upon entering the bathroom, she finds herself nearly blinded by how white everything was. She didn't know Hisoka to be someone with such boring tastes in home decor, but perhaps he just never thought to give it attention.
Still, it doesn't stop her from neatly throwing her dress, bra and underwear into the laundry basket by the porcelain sink. Saying her body felt sore was an understatement, she could not postpone a shower for another second.

Fully nude, she curiously steps inside the tall shower shielded with glass doors. From her position, she could clearly see her reflection in the mirror, every inch of her weary body on display.
She chuckles to herself, imagining that Hisoka probably liked that he could selfishly admire his own body from this perspective.

What stuck out more to her was the amount of hygiene products this fucker had. Every luxury brand of body hygiene was properly organized on the shelves, products ranging from coconut deep hair conditioning, argan oil shampoo, French face washes, body scrubs... the list goes on.
Thus, her shower was quite the pleasant experience. She immersed herself in his woodsy body wash, recalling smelling this specific scent on his skin at some point. For a moment, she was truly relaxed.

After her steamy hot shower had to end, she heads to Hisoka's bedroom. The room was very modernly decorated as well. Some inexplainable surreal painting perched on the grey wall in front of his fluffy white bed. A grey desk with nothing but a laptop sat in the corner of the room, two mirrored closets stood by the large window and that was that.
With a towel wrapped tightly under her arms, she heads to his closet curiously. She never exactly saw him wear anything besides his jester clothes, so she was pretty intrigued when she opened the closet to find all sorts of casual clothes, formal clothes, bed time clothes, jeans! Hisoka had jeans?!

She opens his drawers and picks the first thing she sees, a pair of pink sweat pants and a loose black tank top. All his clothes had the faint scent of bubble gum, another detail that had her giggling in his memory.

Dressed in her perpetrator's clothes, Opal eventually heads downstairs to the kitchen and rummages through his fridge in search of something to eat. Once again, she's surprised to see the selection of high-protein foods and farm produce. From an elegant selection of Swiss cheese to wagyu beef steaks in his freezer, she was staring to wish he just had some turkey and mayo that she could slap on some bread and call it a day.
One notable detail in his freezer, however, was that it looked like it belonged to a fat girl going through a breakup. Tubs of  strawberry and chocolate ice cream that could last a normal person a whole year with endless popsicles of all flavors had Opal staring in disbelief.
She knew the magician had a sweet tooth, but this much was just laughable.