Lovers: Boarding School

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Edit: I've decided NOT to make the next chapter private and instead rate the story as Mature. Hope that clears that up!

Violet did not know which strange and unknown powers brought her and Gin before a door with a giant blue eye painted on its surface. Her sensibility still escaped her as she and Gin entered the room hand in hand, dipping into the gloomy blue tint that washed them in an intense hue of ultraviolet. 

The first thing that Violet noticed once inside wasn't the giant four-poster bed replete with snowy cotton sheets, nor was it the giant tapestry of Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights that was hung over a cracked wall at her left. The first thing that struck her was the heavy curtain of humidity that left a layer of heat and moisture over her skin like wet paint. 

I can feel temperature and wetness now? 

Still under the heavy influence of whatever strange stimulant had entered her body, Violet settled herself on the edge of the bed, her body still pulsating to the rhythm of that unsettling room tinged in red. It felt like the Red Room had found vacancy inside of her, its ghost pounding drums she could hear resounding in her ears and tempered skull. The bed she sat on felt unusually cool, which was something she should not have felt among "other" things. However, at this point she was beyond the threshold of concern. 

She turned her head to find her guide, her eyes enlarging once they landed on Gin in the process of unbuttoning his dress shirt after he had peeled off his wig and blazer. Gin did not disrobe himself entirely, instead choosing to open up his shirt to expose his muscled body that glistened under a sheen of sweat. A few veins of black peeked from under his shirt, hinting at the complicated artwork that hid underneath. 

Tattoos and abs. How cliché, she processed as she gulped down a wad of saliva. Her mouth opened to ask Gin some hack of a question, but she was silenced by a finger placed over his lips as he drew back the tapestry. Violet squinted at the dark dot on the wall before she stood up and walked towards Gin to confirm her suspicions.  

Drilled through the wall at eye-level was a peephole. 

She stared at the indiscriminate hole in the wall before turning to Gin who encouraged her with a nod of his head. Should she see something that she would undoubtedly regret, or should she regret not seeing what would undoubtedly haunt her?

Feeling a hand at her back, Gin whispered to her, "Go ahead. Take a look."

Gin had always given Violet a choice, but Violet knew that Gin knew her beast of a curious eye would not refuse another treat. Could a curious cat be killed if the laws of the world don't apply to her?

Slowly, Violet placed her hand on the wall and leaned forward. Peering inside the hole, Violet caught sight of two people in the middle of an impassioned tango--without the clothes. Her eyes gravitated to the man with the wild mane of white hair as she couldn't see much of the woman whose long, obsidian locks splayed over the bed like satin ribbons. She continued to watch the two mix and tangle with heated cheeks, but when the man revealed more of his side profile to Violet's peeping eye, she stepped back from the wall with her mouth agape.