XLVII: Bad Faith
Pisces' mouth stayed agape for a moment before his senses got into him. "Lilith." He mentioned. "I need to go to Lilith." He repeated, running towards where the door was. He abruptly twisted the doorknob to try and open it, but when he did, the knob doesn't twist fully. It was locked from the outside.
"You can't go out of here, Pisces. I asked one bouncer to lock us in. I told him you were a customer who wanted to do it in the dressing room." The woman who was calmly taking off her makeup in front of the vanity spoke.
The man's nervousness got him upon hearing her words, because of the fear that someone might catch Lilith inside the President's residency, and that it might be too late for him to protect her. He started kicking the door down to be free, ignoring the pain that seemed like it was already engraved in his skull.