The group was already inside the guest room, completely silent. Door closed. Everything ready.
Dorian stretched.
"…well."
He pulled out a small blue vial.
"…time to work."
He uncorked it. A soft vapor drifted out. He tossed it toward Sophie.
Within seconds, the dirt vanished. The dust. The exhaustion.
As if she had just stepped out of a perfect bath.
Sophie blinked. Looked at her hands.
"…okay…"
Pause.
"…this is pretty useful."
Varis was already behind her. Tools in hand.
"…hold still."
Sophie didn't even react.
Quick hands. Precise.
In a matter of seconds, her hairstyle changed. Neater. More elegant.
Varis looked like a master hairstylist.
Max stared at her.
"…wow…"
Dorian smiled.
"…you look incredible."
Max turned.
"…hey, Dorian."
He pointed at the vial.
"…can I borrow that charming perfume you mentioned earlier?"
Dorian raised an eyebrow. Then smiled.
"…with pleasure."
He tossed it to him.
Max caught it.
At that instant—
