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It makes me feel very royal and pro-like to get a poster from them.^^

I really like their shop!

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Chapter 5: e!?

Kim Hye Ri's POV:

"You sure you're ready for this?" T.O.P asks.

I scoff, "You kidding me? I've been ready for the past century. There's nothing from stopping me from getting out of this place."

I check my outfit in the mirror one last time and turn to T.O.P.

"So, how do I look?" I ask, doing a 360 degree turn in my sparkly form-fitting dress.

[Ignore the face. Anywho if this is not how you imagined the dress just pretend you didn't see this picture]

"Uh..." T.O.P says, "It's...um...well..." 

"Just spit it out already!" I say. "Come on I need feedback."

"It's nice..." T.O.P mumbles at last. "The dress is nice."

"Nice? I don't want to look nice! I have to look AMAZING! This is my freedom we're talking about here!" I say. "I cannot afford to look 'nice'."

"It's just I'm not used to seeing you in that kind of attire...and well don't you think it's a bit revealing and short? Maybe something longer would be better." T.O.P suggests. "What if some ert tries to attack you? That dress makes you way too vunerable."

"Vunerable?" I laugh, "T.O.P stop worrying so much. I got this all undercontrol. I'll handle it." I check myself one more time in the mirror and then wave goodbye to T.O.P.

Soon I'll be free T.O.P, and then you won't have to act cold towards me.

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I walk out of the control room and down the steps, then turn a left, right, and then at last I get to the casino hall.

I head to the blackjack table first, because that's where I usually see him.

I scan the crowd of old men, looking for some messy blonde hair.

It's the second week of the month on Tuesday...He should be here. 

But where is he?

I scan the crowd again, but still no sign of him.

Wait...my father did say he liked to play another game...

But which game was it again?

I think about it for a couple of minutes when it finally comes to me.

A-ha! That's right! My father says he likes to play blackjack AND poker.

I gracefully head over to the poker tables, scanning the crowd for blonde hair.

But all I see are some old Ahjummas and Ahjussis, being the usual creeps that they are.

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