Yverine stepped carefully through the academy hallway with her usualk composed demeanor.
Reaching the front desk where students booked private rooms, she placed both hands on the counter.
"A private room for two hours."
The receptionist typed quickly, then nodded "Two hours will be 2000 credits."
Yverine pulled out her mobile, confirmed the payment with a fingerprint scan, and the small device on the desk beeped.
The receptionist handed her a metallic keycard.
"Room 103," she said with a polite smile.
"Thank you."
Taking the keycard, Yverine turned on her heel... only to bump straight into someone's shoulder.
She immediately stepped back. "Ah- sorry, I didn't-"
"Watch where you're going, ugly mug."
Hearing the sharp voice, Yverine's brows twitched downward as she raised her eyes.
Standing in front of her was a beautiful girl with short jet-black hair and sharp black eyes with her lips were curled in disdain.
