Ghirahim ran his fingers through his perfect hair. He carefully applied a thick purple line under his eyes and matte face powder. He was stunning. Fabulous. Delectable. The only thing more important was doing his masters bidding, which filled his heart to the brim with kitties and gumdrops! Something was missing though. He frowned in the huge gold-rimmed mirror… What was it??? Oh yes —My earring!
Viola! He shouted at the top of his lungs as he dramatically flipped his hair and posed in front of the mirror. One of his slaves happened to be watching and laughed hysterically at the sight.
Ghirahim whipped around. “WHOS THERE! WHO DARE INTERRUPT LORD GHIRAHIMS MORNING ROUTINE”. The nerve. The indecency. He would beat him within an inch of his life if he had the energy…With a snap of his fingers the door of his room shut. This was his one day off and no one was going to bother him.
Ghirahim was already exhausted with those annoying servants. He sighed and looke