"PWAAAAH!"

Jun screamed as the icy cold water flushed over his skin. He quickly got out of the bath tub and grabbed a towel.

"That damn potion, I swear!"

He exclaimed while drying himself with hasty movements. Luckily pouring a bucket of cold water on his head was enough to wash off the lustful heat building up inside him - a troublesome side effect of the revitalizing mixture. It was a concoction of demonic origins after all.

"If I catch a cold, my revenge will be sweet. I'll force him to wear a nurse outfit while he'll have to tend to me. I'll strip him from his dignity and let him rot in boredom..."

The young master mumbled and entered his bedroom after tidying himself up. He looked around at the scattered pieces of garment that looked as if a hurricane went through his room. He sighed at the thought of spending the next couple of hours preparing for the ball. He swept a shirt to the side and tensed up when he spotted a sleeve of a crimson red coat from underneath two other pieces of clothing.

"Stupid demon, what does HE know about fashion?"

He remembered Juto's mean words before disappearing and puffed his cheeks. He yanked the coat out of the pile and sized with his body in front of the mirror.

His expression changed, it wasn't half bad. The trimming and details were in black and gold. Was it because the demon liked red, or because it would just look good on him? The young man pondered and decided to put it on. To his surprise it sat perfectly with his body.

The fabric was soft so it didn't make his movements awkward. The sleeves weren't too short nor too long, the collar wasn't irritating his nape and the belt nicely emphasized his slim waist. He didn't want to admit it out loud, but it really seemed to be the right choice to go with.

Jun admired the reflection for a few more minutes and took the coat off. He put it neatly for later with the matching pair of pants and shoes, and started to pick up the other garments to throw them back to the closet. The lingering unpleasant feeling of something going wrong during the event came back, and he wondered what Juto was up to. He shook his head. Whatever it was, he hoped the demon won't just crash the party like he'd own this place.

He was about to put the last shirt in the closet when he heard a knock at his door. The house's servant came over to inform him that father was calling him to the living room. Apparently they had a guest whom Jun should greet as well. Thinking it's probably another random stuck-up turkeycock, the young master huffed in annoyance, dismissed the servant with a sloppy hand gesture and left his room.

"I'm going to meet a lot of his friends at the ball, why do I have to see any now...?"