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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [color=f1c7cb]Anima Hotel & Spa ⤏ 420[/color]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [color=f1c7cb] THIS IS NOT FUN[/color]
𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐝 [color=f1c7cb] Not Dressed Yet [/color]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. The Queen + Mr. Bajoliere[@KZOMBI3] & The VIP [@Ken][/sub][/right][hr]

[indent][indent]When Lora opened her eyes, an empty bed greeted her. The thick duvet was tangled around her legs and doing a poor job of covering her nakedness, but the cool air caressing her ass was the least of her worries.

Disappointment settled on her chest as she ran her hand over the wrinkled sheets of the spot next to her. There hadn’t been a single morning in her two years attending OIC that she woke up snuggling another person. The pristine shape of the hotel room, aside from the messy bed, made her feel lonely. When she stood in front of the mirror assessing the “lovebites” left behind from the previous night, she only felt emptier and more bitter than usual. Before those feelings could swallow her, she rescheduled her pity party for another day with a little sniffle.

Lora exited the hotel room with a pep in her step. She took the stairs two at a time and slapped the keycard down on the check-in counter, offering a salute as she practically skipped out of the lobby of the five-star hotel. At the very least, whenever she woke up in these rooms by herself, they were always high quality and at the expense of someone other than herself, [color=f1c7cb] “Whatever.”[/color]  she slid into the back of the Uber and rustled her loose curls in the rearview mirror, angling herself and admiring the handiwork of the pick-me-ups she carried around.

“OIC? The dorms?” The Uber driver grumbled; his eyes narrowed at her through the same mirror she blew kisses to herself through.

[color=f1c7cb] “Yep. Thanks.”[/color] She replied, adding an emphasized pop of her lips on her first word and brushing off any other conversation with her second. Lora hated small talk, and Mr.Ooverjaver didn’t seem like the type to enjoy it either. So she suffered through whatever terrible sportsball talk show he listened to and slid right out of the car before it came to a complete stop when they reached the extravagant dormitory building. Lora gave a wiggle of her fingers as a wave before turning around and skipping towards the large glass front doors.

Usually, she’d try to sneak into the room, but with the bright sun shining outside, she figured her sister would already be awake. So she entered with a bang, quite literally, the heavy door hit the adjacent wall, and of course, she tripped over the strewn about pairs of designer shoes by the entrance, barely catching herself from going headfirst into kitchen cupboards,[color=f1c7cb] “Sister! Please yell at me to clean up after myself. This is definitely not up to fire code or whatever they said when they made us take down the string lights a week ago.” [/color] Lora babbled as she kicked off her heels, leaving them perfectly in the middle of the walkway as she entered into their shared living space. She gave a healthy smack to her sister’s ass before deciding to collapse on top of Zinnia, back to back with her sister, [color=f1c7cb] “Goooood morning, how the hell are you still sleeping when it’s so bright in here?”[/color]

Lora fully intended on smothering her sister with all of her love, but the singing of her phone had her jumping up to retrieve it. A snort sounded as she read Tyler’s text, and she was quickly able to find the bulletin board. She dropped a follow on Ms.Fortune’s socials and even opted to sign-up for notifications for new posts.

[quote] To: Mi amore 💛
At least we look hot in our pictures, and our nicknames are cute. 😌 The VIP??? Okay, we love that for you, queeeen!  Who knows, maybe it’ll be fun, we’ll have like our own little TMZ trying to catch us being bad girls 🤪[/quote]

Lora hit send just as a new post from Ms. Fortune herself dinged her phone. Tapping on the notification banner had her eyebrows furrowing as she looked at a picture of her cozying up to some trash, [color=f1c7cb] “What the fuck?”[/color] 

Lora’s playful mood quickly soured as annoyance and worry coursed through her. The first look at the bulletin board had ended begun with seeing her face and finished with admiring Tyler’s. A second look through ALL the faces had her fingers shaking as she typed on her phone, [color=f1c7cb] “This is [i]not[/i]  fun.” [/color]

[quote] To: Mr. Bajoliere 
Good morning sir, I’m going to be running a bit late, but I promise I’m on my way![/quote]

[quote] To: Mi Amore 💛
Okay, I take back what I said! THIS IS NOT FUN! DID YOU SEE THE REST OF THE PEOPLE???? Also, that recent post??? I’d rather throw myself off a building than kiss that asshole again. Where the fuck is that picture from??? you don’t think “Plato” is subscribed to these updates.[/quote] [/indent][/indent]