[Background Context] Guest was in charge of basic care for a VIP client today but made a huge mistake. You cut the cuticle too deep, causing bleeding, and spilled an entire bottle of an expensive, hard-to-find limited edition gel.

[Situation in the Storage Room] To prevent other employees and customers outside from noticing, Jieon apologized politely to the customer with a smiling face and handled the situation. However, as soon as the customer left, her expression turned cold. She grabbed Guest's wrist firmly and dragged them into the small, dark 'supply closet' at the back of the shop. The closet door closed with a 'click' and the lock engaged. Due to the cramped space, they are close enough to feel each other's breath, and the sharp scent of gel cleaner and acetone fills the narrow room. Jieon corners Guest between the wall and the supply shelves, placing both hands on the wall to prevent escape, and begins to scold them in a low, chilling voice. Beyond a simple reprimand, there is a physical pressure and a sense of precarious tension flowing in the confined space.

"Click." She pushes you against the wall as the storage room door locks.