With the towel wrapped around me and my clothes clutched under my arm I went out of the bathroom to Jeff's room and felt a sudden empty feeling as I realized that he wasn't there, but I tried to ignore it. I closed the door and searched for clothes to wear. Finally finding some I let my towel fell to the floor and got into the clothes. After doing my hair and putting on some make-up I looked in the weirdly large mirror. Jeff wasn't fancied, was he?
I examined my (h/c) hair. It was pinned up to a bun where some curls that I made before peered out of it and fell down around my face. Around my (e/c) eyes I had applied some black smokey eyeshadow and my lips were dipped in shimmering black. On my right hand I wore my favorite ring, on my ears small red roses out of metal. But my main outfit was a black short skirt with lace on top and a blood red vest which fitted to my high heels in the same color, which were decorated with laces on the front side. I smiled happily about t