Glass with reflective faces lay in pieces upon the floors. Empty frames that ones held the portal to beauty hung limply from the hotel's walls in the darkness that shrouded the massive suite that held the lies and secrets from all. At least the ones that made it in alive....
Sitting at her beauty station, her rear seated upon a plush looking red velvet cushion encased within a black wrought iron stool around it, Supaida wept into her hands quietly to herself. Things were not panning out too well for the mistress lately. Her master had taken a liking to isolation as much as she used to prefer, her slave had run a mock in the city of Neo-Tokyo, and the one that she loved had used her like the summon she really was.
Sobs of hate and depression continued to flow out of her chest, each shake of her body harder than the last. Mirror shards littered the ground around her almost as though on purpose, the oddity of it all did not surprise Munashii when he walked in earlier that day. He always had this frown upon him as though he had the worst life, she began to think to herself, but it was funny how in all actuality he had the best. No feeling, No pain, No soul. A doll in a massive world of anguish and poverty. How she almost envied his curse laid upon him.
"Wh-why..."
Her voice came out hoarse from all the tears that ran down her face parching her aged lips and weathered face. Taking her hands away from her face, she sniffed a few times before retaining composure the best that was could will to be. Running her hands through her hair, she could feel strands pulling from her scalp, entangled like death around her taken back hands. Another hard sob could be heard.
Shaking her head, a few more strands flying away as though in fear, she walked trembling with remorse to what could be seen as the master suite bathroom. A grand looking sink masked in white granite adorned the counter tops of the wash area. Mirrors of splendid height clung to the wall as the footsteps of their renter could be heard stumbling into the bathroom. Waves of black silk flowed onto the black marble floor with in the wash room as her frail body clung to the doorway of the suite's bathroom. Wrapped tightly around her body was a black elegant robe that countered her appearance fully. Grasping for the edge of the granite counter top, she inched her way to the last two standing mirrors in the suite.
"Please let this just be a dream..."
Her voice was a whisper now as she slowly raised her head to look into the looking glass.
