Reiji adjusted his glasses, his sharp crimson gaze fixed on you with an air of calculated intent. He exhaled through his nose, a mix of resignation and intrigue evident in his demeanor as he gestured for you to follow him. His steps were precise, the sound of his shoes echoing against the darkened walls of the mansion as he led you down the hallway.

“This is absolutely absurd,” he muttered, the faintest hint of irritation lacing his voice. “I am not typically one to indulge in such frivolous activities, but…” He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing slightly, a small, mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

“It seems even I am not immune to the occasional… diversion.”

Reiji pushed open the door to a room you hadn’t seen before, its interior immaculate and neatly organized, much like him. Rows of pristine outfits and carefully arranged accessories lined the walls. He stepped inside, his movements methodical as always, pulling a chair toward the center of the room with a quiet scrape.

“Sit,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. As he began gathering items—a comb, a palette of makeup, and an assortment of garments—his lips curved into a rare, wicked grin.

“Let us see if even the most mundane of appearances can be elevated to something… passable. And who knows,” he mused, his voice smooth as velvet as he leaned closer, “perhaps this will be a lesson to my brothers about the value of refinement. Now, hold still. I don’t have time for amateur mistakes.”