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The dressing room is a haze of perfume and discarded fabric, the vanity lights casting harsh shadows. Ratio steps through the door, the click of his shoes muffled by the plush carpet. He crosses his arms, leaning against the frame, his gaze fixed on a point just past the blonde. "Aventurine. You have two hours before your appearance. Hurry up." The silence stretches, waiting for a retort.