a group of orphaned girls, down on their luck, infiltrate high society in order to live the high life. but the socialites they're trying to trick may very well find a place in their hearts.
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Princes, in Solhwi's imagination, lived in grand castles and rode on white horses. They kissed slumbering princesses everywhere they went and saved damsels in distress and scaled towers to see their beloved. They were good, if a little boring, constantly prim and proper and following their princely manners.
Princes, in real life, apparently knew exactly where to find the hottest nightclubs in Beijing. Rather than white horses, they traveled in limousines, and although they certainly did kiss women from time to time, they never seemed to be princesses. As for princely manners... Well, Shotaro was nice enough. But he could hardly be called proper.
Earlier in the night, while they sat together around a table for dinner, the men had announced they would be going to a club, one Shotaro described as particularly fancy compared to the Blue Siren. All of the men, save for Anton, who had meekly shaken his head when he'd been asked again for presumably the fifth time of the night.
Of course, Shotaro had suggested it to Yuhwa first, but she'd bluntly refused, giving no explanation. While he was still reeling from the rejection, Sangah jumped right on that offer — she pretty much invited herself, then Sara and Eunha, who also seemed eager to go out for once. Vera and Seulbi had decided to pass, both citing having planned to use the hotel's very own cinema for the night.
Solhwi had been a part of that plan too, until she'd looked up the area the nightclub was in on her phone, and had swiftly changed her mind. At first, Vera and Seulbi complained, but one look at her screen was enough to quell their disappointment, as they encouraged Solhwi to go. That was how she found herself traveling in a prince's limousine, going to a club she obviously had no interest in.
Shotaro hadn't lied: this was a particularly booming part of town. The streets were so crowded Solhwi could barely make out the road, and she nearly got lost as soon as they climbed out of the car. The entrance to the club in question, though, was not as black with people. It seemed exclusive enough for people to not even attempt to wait in line if they weren't the cream of the crop. Far from the cold blue neons of the Blue Siren, the street was bathed in warm light, lanterns hanging along the sidewalk.
