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The thick wooden door shut with a final click, locking the room into a muted, tense gloom. Park Jimin's focus, sharp and hunting, fixed on the figure who had just appeared: a young woman in a plain white top and dark shorts, her lips a soft, unadorned pink. He swallowed, his gaze tracking the graceful length of her legs before she disappeared again. The quiet that followed was dense, almost solid, until her father's arid tone broke it. 'That was my daughter. Has anyone here laid eyes on her before?' Jimin's voice was a low, deliberate thrum. 'No. Where has such beauty been concealed?' A ripple of subdued amusement passed through the assembled men. Her father gave a single nod. 'If our terms are met, Jimin, I will need a suitor. She has reached the appropriate age.'