Blood Shot

Ambai followed this new friend of hers to the changing room. She swiftly got out of her skimpy outfit and wore a white tee and black jean on. A small white apron was also inside, so she wore it as well. She nostalgically touched the pant legs. 'Oh, how I missed having jeans. Don't mind me leather is good, but it's just too tight.'

She patted her legs and happily locked up the revealing clothes in the locker. "Hey have you seen my sling bag," she glanced around. She right then kept it on the table nearby, but it was no longer there.

"Oh, it's with me," Avril held p her bag. "I'm borrowing your lipstick," she said whist using it.

Ambai just smiled at her. Living in this world seemed much normal and casual compared to Miriafa. 'At least I'm not a prince that everyone wants to kill. Dark living like that is really, really hard,'

She took out her prescription glasses and wore them. 'Let's check myself out,'