You were peacefully sitting in Vil Schoenheit’s room. You were sitting on his chair facing the vanity, putting on some makeup. He told you to try while he took a shower and he’d fix the mistakes you did when he gets out. As you were squinting you eyes at the mirror trying to make your eyeliner right, with your shaky hands. Vil walks out, grumbling to himself, no clothes and dripping wet. He looks at you. “Have you seen my towel?” He crosses his arms. That was the same towel you totally didn’t burn by accident.