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// A Room for Me: 3 
// Story: Rearity's Fashion (Alt Nick) 
// by Ponyess 
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	”I like the suit; now I'd like to see you wearing it, for an entire day.  I'll make you fail yourself; or demonstrate, just why this suit is worth wearing.  If it holds together, doesn’t make you uncomfortable or leave any other marks on you; I'll take you in!” she told me, with an amused smile on her face.

Maybe I should have run off, right then and there; but I couldn't.  My pride and desires hold me in place, I can't leave now and I couldn't allow her getting to me, even if she promised me consequences I had not contemplated or foreseen.

“I will not fail you.  I'm looking forwards to learn everything you have to pass on to me!” I simply responded; not quite managing to keep the grin out of my face, or hiding my pride.

“I'm looking forwards to it.  Not that I'm giving many chances.  If I do take someone in, I'm expecting something to at least equal me, when all is said and done!” she merely pointed out; leaving me with a strange feeling, as if I had been both cursed, and blessed, all at the same time; as if it had been both a threat, and a promise.

“Then I will see you, early tomorrow!” I stated; in a self-assured manner, looking forwards to what she had to offer.

Of course, what was I to do; for the rest of the day.  It isn't all that late, not just yet.  The sun still up, so I couldn't just go to bed.  I have an entire room to explore, but that couldn't take all that long.

“Yes, and sleep tight!” she just put forth; before she left me, looking after her where I stood by my still closed door.

As I saw the last of her shadow disappear behind the corner, I turn towards the door.  I managed to push it up, feeling it slide to the right and left.  Apparently, it is a sliding door.

I enter the room, only to be greeted by the small room; looking to the right, where my bed had been waiting for me.  A leafy spring green had been chosen for me, but the same rubbery shine as my suit.  It is iridescent; only the quilt is half by half transparent, so that my sleeping body would be seen clearly through the material.  Both the three pillows and the bed sheet under is a solid opaque green, and otherwise identical in colour.

Light coming down from overhead, but I also have a light by the bed, aside from the lamp by the small desk under the window opposing the door.  A green material, most likely rubber is passing for curtains; currently keeping the light of day out, while protecting and shielding me from praying eyes, as well as the glare of night.

The desk is apparently made out of massive beech wood; reaching from wall to wall, and reaches three feet into the room.  There is a bookshelf on the right  wall, reaching all the way up to the ceiling; with room for numerous books, but now only a single copy of an old book is adorning the centre of the second of three shelves.  To the  left, I find the space under the desk, where all materials and equipment were to be kept, but all three shelves are empty.

Between the door and the bed, a nightstand was hiding, holding up an even square foot.  It had been crafted out of the same beech wood as the desk.  I felt honoured, as I looked at the expensive and delicate work.  I could place the clothes I was to wear the coming day, but right now, I had nothing but what's on my back, and I'm obligated to wear it until after she had seen me the next day.

Then I noticed the two twin doors on the left hand of the room; a double wardrobe, the doors were crafted in such a manner as to allow fresh air to pass into the room.  An intricate, but genuinely thought through and functional ventilation.  This wouldn't just keep the clothes and garments within fresh, but giving the room a fresh air all day.  I imagine the suits could be placed into the wardrobe, without entering the room, or even casting as much as glace at what's in my room.

If the wardrobe was intended to hold the garments I created here during my stay, or if I'm to buy clothes I could wear; she had not told me as of yet.  The wardrobe still is empty; I guess the sound of the passing air could have told me that, if I had been here a few weeks.  The inside of my wardrobe; as of yet undiscovered, is the same pink as my gloves.

Looking down; the floor of the room in which I live is black, the same glistering black as my top and skirt.  It's smooth, shiny and slippery to the touch.

Whom ever had lived here before; probably over a year ago, but that's not my problem.  I enjoy the room; no sign of anything to worry about, as far as I could see.

I had spent the better part of an hour, just examining the room; I felt I had to make it mine, and examining it was the first step in the process.  At least it is my impression, and I like to know the room; since I had intended to stay here.  Not just a day, or a year; but maybe as long as the better part of a decade.  I take my apprenticeship seriously, and why not.  This is my life's choice, after all.

In the end; I sit down in the chair behind the desk, just leaning back.  Picking up the book left for me, but decided on taking it with me to the bed.  It's more comfortable and convenient to lie down in bed, reading; than siting by the desk.  Once in bed, I have all the comfort and convenience.  I need not leave the desk to go to bed, just place the book aside and fall asleep.  I turned the light on my desk off, before I take the book with me to the bed.

I slip the quilt aside, feeling how sift it is to the touch; even if it isn't a quilt like any I ever had, or even been close to in my life.  I guess it is something to get used to.  Had she taken me to this room; because I chose the black rubber, to craft my suit out of?