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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If you work hard, you get to play hard — such was the philosophy Sangah aimed to live by. Of course, it meant stretching the definition of "work" a little bit, but she never minded bending the world to her whims. To her, lying to these men in order to ingratiate herself with them was work, plain and simple. Fun work, but work nonetheless.
When it came to the "play" part, Sangah had had an idea she was sure would please all of her friends. Their hotel was equipped with a gym, which Eunha had thoroughly tested, and a cinema, which Seulbi and Vera had gone to once, but there was one thing they hadn't tried yet: the spa. An entire day being pampered was exactly what they needed and, indeed, when Sangah brought up the idea, no one had anything to say about it. Which, frankly, was a first when it came to Sangah's ideas.
Their first endeavor of the day had been to get a full body massage, if only to work out the tension they'd accumulated over the past weeks. It had lasted an entire hour, and by the end of it, even Yuhwa had found herself a little less stressed out about the outcome of their plans. The next activity was an enthusiastic suggestion from Eunha: the sauna. Wearing bathrobes embroidered with the logo of their hotel, the group of girls made their way to an empty sauna, a luxury they'd never partaken in.
"God, I feel so good," Sara murmured to herself, stretching her neck from side to side. "You know what, I think I could get used to being pampered like that."
Yuhwa sat down on one of the wooden benches. "Yes, well..." It seemed that, despite the massage, her hesitation had not been fully snuffed out yet. "I don't think we can afford to get used to it."
This was to be a one-time thing, Yuhwa was sure of it. Hopefully, she could make the relief from that massage last her another year or two, because she certainly wasn't getting another one in the near future, if ever. All the pain in her back had evaporated, and this was a dangerous feeling. Like the first taste of an addiction that would spiral out of control, except the drug was relaxed muscles. And Sangah was the dealer.
"Where's Sangah, by the way?" she asked, only now noticing her absence.
It was then that the door to the sauna opened, and the cool gust of wind that seeped through the opening made them realize how hot it had gotten in there. Sangah walked in with a smile and swiftly shut the door behind her, but all eyes were drawn to the tray in her hand. A bottle of what looked like champagne, seven glasses, and a plate of canapés. A banquet feast, to them.
