"Um, what are you doing here?" I questioned, seeing the unfamiliar man and about three ladies flocking around the living room.
There were several clothing racks, jewelry cases, makeup kits, and many other things my eyes couldn't take in all at once, and it was colorful, a heavy contrast to the dark aesthetics.
The man whipped his head to me, and I noted his hair was dyed pink, and he had ear gauges and a nose ring.
"Oh my, Mrs. King!" he exclaimed, placing a hand on his chest in wonder, and I caught his beautiful nails that match his hair. "The pictures lie. You're incredible."
I appreciate his compliment, but I'm still wondering what the heck he was doing here. I came to make cereal for breakfast, and I'm stunned to see there was company.
Did I step through a portal on my way down?
"Who are you?"
