[interesting]

It might have ended in bed with someone pounding in Justine . It might have ended in the bathroom with Justine doing a blowjob on some random stranger. It might even have ended in a backroom orgy with two or three studs.

Instead, it had ended with Justine back at her flat, barely eleven pm, completely rattled. She had declined every drink offered to her, every invitation to dance, every proposition made. She had gone alone and she had come back alone. There was something off about her, and it was hard for Justine to figure out what it was.

Stripping down to the sexy undies she had worn for the evening, Justine examined herself in the mirror. She was still as gorgeous as ever, her full figure still blossomed. But she didn't find herself pretty. In fact, she pretty much hated the reflection in the mirror, despite its obvious attractiveness.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked herself.

Not bothering to dress up, perhaps because she had never seen any other tenant in the building, she walked down the hall to Pinky's room. Before knocking on the door, she listened at the door. There was no sound. She knocked, but no one answered. Pinky was obviously still out. Walking across the building, she walked up to August's door, but again, no one answered.

"...what am I doing?"

She looked at herself, walking in her black lingerie and high-heeled shoes across the halls. She quickly retreated to her own place. She didn't have television or radio, so there was nothing to keep her company.

Except... perhaps she wasn't as alone in the building as she thought. Perhaps it might be a good idea to investigate and look around, two weeks settled in. Perhaps this place had more secrets - well hidden - waiting to be uncovered.