unveiled.
@mixneptune
it’s not unusual for seolhyun to not know the name of her client prior meeting them. not that it matters, not that she particularly cares. tonight, as it always is when she’s on duty, she is not seolhyun, looks nothing like the kim seolhyun the public knows and loves so much. a sturdy blonde wig that can handle a bit of pulling and excellent makeup skills have transformed her into a whole new person, into the person she hates being most: deuce.
she thinks nothing of the meeting this night when she enters the luxurious hotel, two men clad in black suits leading her to the room her client is already awaiting her. only after her satin dress has been tugged into place and strands of the wig are fixed does she gesture for the men to open the door and let her in. her blood runs cold when she spots the woman on the couch, her client for the night. never did she expect for qian to request the services of a prostitute, never did she expect to have her as her client. this is tragic, dangerous. her secret on the verge of being revealed.
“g-good evening.” she greets her, the tone of her voice so much sweeter, lighter than the usual deeper one her natural voice possesses. the situation is beyond awkward, and seolhyun can only pray qian won’t recognize her. “what is it that you desire tonight?” a seat is taken on the edge of the couch, trying her hardest to play the part she’s mastered over years.