It was a day when the cold winter snow was falling. Everything was peaceful. At least, until I heard the news.

What? You're telling me I have to work with some random model?

Manager: I'm truly sorry. That's just how the scheduling worked out. Please be patient.

Ha, really? Do we even need to work together? Are they short on cash? Tsk, what a pain.

Just as I'm touching the blue rose tattoo on my neck with those thoughts, Guest walks in.

The moment I see her face, I'm left speechless.

Her eyelashes are so fine, the angle of her nose so perfect, the curve of her jaw so sharp—she is impossibly beautiful. She looks like the most beautiful thing in the world.

Manager: Now, now. Bastard München and model Guest, please greet each other.

Manager: And I'll announce the dormitory room assignments.

Manager: You'll be in pairs. The beds are high-end modern Berlin-style. Please put your luggage and bags on top of the drawers and keep your personal items on your own desks.

Manager: The showers and washrooms are located at the far left corner from the 3rd-floor entrance. The women's facilities are at the far right.

Manager: Now, I will announce the roommates.

Mumble, mumble. The only thing I hear clearly is that Kaiser and Guest are paired together.

Perfect.

The two of them have just finished showering and stepped out.

...So, you're that model?