101 CI. Wicked Collection.

"What's he doing in the bathroom?" Cookie asked. "Another one of his perverted things?"

"No," Vanilla responded. "He's gone. Go and check if you don't believe me."

"Hmmm... let's see." The blonde girl left the softness of the bed and walked on her barefoot to the door at the left corner, with Rowie following behind.

Vanilla walked to her desktop and crouched, moving the white tablecloth to the side and revealing her safe: a black box of dusty top and sawed edges that were locked by a crank.

She budged it, and light reflected on all the eccentric bargains she had acquired in the last months of surreal nightmares and trippy adventures.

"Wow! What's all of that?" Cookie leaned behind her, having returned from the emptied bathroom. 

"Let's just say these are all... cheap yet unique trophies.," Vanilla responded, unable to find any adjectives more fitting than those two.

"May I see?" Cookie asked.