It's a Monday morning, a day for work. Inside the spacious and beautifully decorated room is a king-sized bed, lying in the middle of the room. The floor-length mirror looks expensive, there were expensive-looking lotions and hair creams on the dresser, and the closet in the room wasn't so big, but looked expensive and shiny with little or no dust.
The bathroom door suddenly pulled open, and Jay walked in with a towel hanging dangerously around his waist, his body was dripping wet. His hair was wet from the bath he just had. Walking over to the mirror he sat down elegantly and started with the usual routine of applying lotion to his body and when he was done, he stood up and walked over to the bed, where his neatly ironed suits were waiting for him to come to hug his perfect body.
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