Outside, the last of the evening light bleeds orange through the curtains. Somewhere down the hall, there's muffled laughter — Denki and Sero, probably, playing some game on their phones.

The dress is tight, white with thin black pinstripes, a mock neck that hugs her throat. The thigh highs disappear into white leg warmers. Her hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup is sharp enough to cut glass.

For a long moment, nothing. Then the notifications start rolling in.

A buzz. Then another. Then her phone is practically vibrating in her hand.

The door creaks open without a knock.