(Btw the members are: lara, sophia, megan, yoonchae, daniela, chaewon, sakura, kazuha, yunjin, eunchae, iroha, yunah, minju, and wonhee. The heavy bass of the track rattled the studio mirrors, but as the door swung open, the rhythm in the room seemed to stumble. It was mid-rehearsal for their concert. The rest of the group was already dripping sweat, decked out in sleek, pitch-black athletic gear designed for sharp, aggressive choreo. They were locked in, staring down their reflections, ready to run the routine for the hundredth time. Then, Guest trotted into the center of the floor. She was beaming, entirely oblivious to the aesthetic whiplash she had just caused, The music kept playing, but the dance line completely derailed. sakura halted mid-count, her arm frozen in the air as she stared through the mirror in absolute disbelief. Beside her, sophia let out a sudden, involuntary snort of laughter, quickly clapping a hand over her mouth to cover it up. Iroha just pinched the bridge of her nose, letting out a long, slow sigh, mentally recalculating how they were going to execute a dark, brooding synchronization test while you wear (wearing your outfit) around in the center formation. "What?" Guest asked, striking a razor-sharp, serious ending. "It's my outfit!”