Dylan was sitting at the foot of the mirror combing his hair, unlike other days, that night Lizha was not serving him, as the empress borrowed her friend's services that night.
Dylan was completely upset.
"Since when is there an escort loan?" he asked, all stumbling.
Suddenly the door was knocked lightly.
Dylan peeked back at the door.
"Has anyone just knocked the door?" he asked, still looking at the door, "it must have been my impression..." he went back to combing his hair again.
Again the door was knocked.
"So someone was really slamming the door... Who could it be at this hour? Who is it?" he continued to comb his hair.
There was no response and the person continued to knock the door intensely.
"But what is this?" Dylan took a peek to look at the door, "I m coming..." Dylan
