Scarlet Leaf stood gracefully outside the door, framed by the peeling paint of the hallway like a masterpiece hung in a dive bar.
Today, her style had shifted dramatically, a complete 180 from the night before. Gone was the rebellious red leather, the intricate cornrows, and the aggressive "underworld princess" vibe. Her long, jet-black hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders in soft waves, softening her features and giving her an air of approachability. She wore a crisp white button-down shirt paired with a fitted grey waistcoat that perfectly accentuated her figure―a modest but undeniably attractive 34B bust and a waist so slender it looked like it could be spanned by a single hand. Below, a pair of dark blue jeans hugged her legs, making them appear impossibly long and straight, endin
