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"Roger Daniels. . .", you hear your name and get up. "That would be me".

You are requested to step forward to the desk. Behind the desk is what many would call Japanese perfection. She has long black hair down to the middle of her back, dark brown eyes that matched her almost perfectly structured face seamlessly. She has pale porcelain skin, flawless from head to toe. An intoxicating sparkling scent infiltrates your lungs and hits your brains like a deep sip of oak- weathered brandy.

You playfully wonder whether she uses some sort of chemical hormone to trigger you and reduce self control. Her uniform, although white, complements her lily white skin. She has a red rose broche on her lapel and a red rose in her hair.

"Hello Rose" you say. She looks up slightly amused. "Hello Mr. Daniels, you may call me Lucy". Her professionalism hides all vanity.

You look at her wrist, but you don't see a bracelet. "Will you be participating this year?" you ask. Lucy, who is obviously not easily rattled gives you your room card and answers factually "The competition starts tomorrow at 09:00. Please make yourself comfortable in room 269, this is on the fifth floor together with All the other tier 7 contestants. As this is your first time Mr. Daniels, I recommend you rehearse the rules. I have seen your ranking and I think you will be in for quite a challenge."