I'm Not Perfect | FairyTail |

A door opened and closed. "Mhmm, she was delicious. Chefs kiss." A man with brown hair and a fit dark body remarked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He's rich and you can tell, his aura screamed power and wealth.

"I'm glad you think so," replied another man, a nervous grin on his face. He wore a purple suit that screamed trying too hard paired with his purple shades. "She's one of our best girls. Most requested for by customers."

They walked down the dimly lit hallway. "Now, I had to pull some strings to reserve her for you. She's that popular."

The man raised an eyebrow. "Hm? I thought you were the boss? The one who runs this fascinating business." He said in a deep voice.

The man in the purple suit swallowed nervously. "I do, but there were some customers who had reserved her for tonight. Important clients who I can't lose and have to make up to with a free night. I lost out on a lot of money but I hope I leave tonight with you as a partner."

The man roared with laughter, making the other one sweat. His dark eyes gleamed as he looked down at him. "You've got yourself a deal, Ronnie." He extended his hand out.

Ronnie grinned immediately as he shook the hand. "Perfect! We've got plenty of other girls for you to tast-"

"No." The man cut him off, a sharpness to his voice. "I want her. I don't want any other one."

Ronnie's smile faltered momentarily before he recovered. "Uh, alrighty then! You won't regret this."

The man began to walk away, his footsteps fading into the distance. "Oh, I know I won't." He said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Ronnie let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding and made his way back to the room. He knocked lightly, then opened the door revealing a beautiful fair-skinned girl inside putting her clothes back on, her bangs a mess, and her expression unreadable as her eyes met his.

He grinned. "You did great, Mira!..."

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"Are you girls ready?" Mirajane called out while she adjusted her long, silver-white hair in the mirror. Her clear blue eyes flickered to the clock. "I don't want to be late on the first day."

Footsteps echoed down the stairs as a girl with long, scarlet-red hair made her way into the kitchen. "They're almost ready." She replied making a beeline for the coffee-machine.

Mira pouted in mock irritation. "Geez, they're taking longer than me."

Erza chuckled, pouring her coffee, but her smile quickly faded as she remembered something. "So.. how'd it go last night?"

Mira's eyes flicked away from the mirror for a moment, the casual tone of the conversation now starting to feel heavy. "It went fine." She said, forcing a certain lightness to her voice. "Ronnie's practically floating off the ground. He was real happy with my services."

Erza took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes narrowing slightly. "That's good, I guess. The more money and new customers we bring in the more Ronnie will be satisfied."

"Yeah.." Mira paused, pulling her bangs in a small ponytail. Her reflection stared back at her, emotionless. "But you won't believe this– Ronnie allowed us three days off!"

Erza choked on her coffee. "What? All of us?"

Mira nodded, turning to face her. "Yep! Can you believe it? I can't wait to tell the girls. Only thing is it has to be used before the end of the month and we can't go far."