A flier containing the painting of a male specimen indescribably non aesthetically pleasing was posted at a wooden sign, in salience, a bunch of scribbles outwardly a message.

"Poor soul, I wouldn't want to be in his skin!" Lyla was fixated in the undeciphered scriptures."What does it say? I can't read."

"That I should arrange a disguise." Sachar voiced phlegmatically.

The ex-law student had a flabbergasted shriek, comparing him to the image thrice, not distinguishing a minor resemblance.

"Do we need to? You're unrecognizable." The brunette tittered at the unreliable portrait."Whoever drew this did you a favor!"

The politician's daughter implemented an uncoordinated circus star makeup, actively holding back her laughter, the wanted criminal stated."Take it seriously."

"Fine." Undoing her prank, the model's daughter began the real brushworks.

The model's daughter shaped him up into a typical friendly senior popularly referred to as uncle because nobody recalls his actual name.

"Those particular classes did make a difference." Excited, Lyla showed his semblance on a reflecting surface."Careful, you might sink into character!"

"I won't dive to wash away the disguise." Confused, he responded.

"It's waterproof, Sachy!" The rich girl massaged her temples."You can cry your heart out, it'll be impeccable afterwards."

Distrustful, the summoner threw some water at himself to test, it wasn't removed which validated her purports. Disguises at hand, the incognito duo marched in the gates of the vastly supervised capital to get provisions for their travels.

In a department store, her personal ancient evil meticulously evaluated the quality of the items, in order to not take anything broken nor spoiled.

The pampered girl aimlessly paced around the corridors, putting random things along the ones that underwent his quality test.

"There done, let's go." The spoiled brat pressed.

"For that we would have to split up and remeet again." Undercover, the impatient man impersonated a funny grandpa's voice.

"Not ever!" She said in a loud huff."You're my full-time bodyguard, not part-time."

"Can't you survive a few minutes without surveillance?" Sachar rolled his eyes.

"You're doubting my talent for getting in ruckus."

"What are you, a child?" His wincing was unperceived, her concentration had long shifted to a young woman humbly dressed yet using first-rate beauty products flashing past the showcase window.

"Yaya, see you here at sundown!" The little sheep left doing as much as a lax goodbye, rendering him speechless.

"Girl, where did you get your cosmetics? They rock!"

"Rock…? Thanks, I guess. I developed them myself." 

"I tried that too, it just didn't work out as well as yours." The politician's daughter unleashed her greatest weapon, crocodile tears aligned to false sobbing."I wish I had half your talent." 

"If it makes you feel better, I could show you the making process." The woman spoke abashedly.

"Thank you, it means a lot to me!" The rich girl grabbed the innocent victim's hand."By the way, I'm Lyla!"

"I-I'm Shireen." Taken aback, the humble woman introduced herself.

In an expansive meadow, sneering birds chirped unnerving sounds to expel the humans, furiously pecking the intruders who were violating their sacred garden.

The spoiled brat put her arms over her head, screaming at the animals to get lost, for some reason they complied.

"Sly things, they ran away! Just when I was about to give them a taste of my pepper spray!"

"They took flight? That 's strange, those species don't fly away unless…" The voluntary tutor held her own chin.

"Look out!" Startled, the timid girl shouted at the very millisecond they were caught by a web, the kidnappers were jubilant.

Hence, the friends were transferred to a large cage connected to a carriage, in which was packed with catches of the day, other young ladies.

"Next time, ratiocinate less, communicate pronto." The pampered girl tightened her grip on the bars.

"I'm sorry..." Crestfallen, Shireen muttered.

"I'm not asking for an apology, I'm expecting an escape plan!"

"Decorations don't talk, be nice and shut up!" The evil doers chastised from the front.

"Get inside this cage to see if you would be able to!" The rich girl challenged vehemently.

"Don't, he'll hurt us!" The shy friend attempted to pacify her.

"In my calculations, we're twenty and they're three."

"What? We can't face them ourselves!"

"Are you crazy!?" A shorty insulted her.

"Obey or else we'll suffer because of you!" A hopeless girl propelled.

"Don't think we'll be kind to you, rabid dog." A tall woman affirmed baleful.

"Do you know who my father is? I'll have you sued for slander!" Shireen covered the ex-law student's big mouth, begging for her to stay quiet which she did under silent protest.

Their temporary prison was a camouflaged hut where aside from them, the sole living creatures were bushes.

There the kidnappers swanked about their genius idea, despite the cell being far the captives were able to listen.

"A harem of dashing virgins as a birthday gift, we surpassed ourselves this year." 

"The boss will be overjoyed!"

"You might want to count me out, I'm no virgin." The model's daughter proclaimed.

"Depraved woman! You're destituted from the harem." He unlocked the cell, beckoning.

"Oh my, that's terrible." She blinked in a disdainful charm, making herself scarce.

"Oh! Me neither." Shireen copied her, in unison as did all the others."We're depraved too!"

"Oh c'mon! Isn't there a single virgin in this place!?" The superior plucked his hair.

"I told you we should've gone to a convent." The subordinate commented, triumphant.

"Don't put your blame on me, it's your fault, you didn't insist!" The leader pressed his finger on his chest, accusingly.

"You're the superior!" The minion repointed his boss's finger.

"Ain't you got a backbone, doormat?!" They fought childishly exchanging slaps."Ain't you got no authority, incompetent?!"

The prisoners creeped their way to freedom not waiting for things to unfold, by the time the men reconciled deciding to take the impure women either way, they were alone.

In a modest house, the innocent victim that conquered the status of friend brought her own makeup kit, stationing it in a table before her.

"There's no time to produce a new one, I know it isn't much…" The timid girl paused, insecurely.

"Nonsense! Secondhand or not, It 's fantastic!" Lyla euphorically accepted the present.

"Fantastic was your clever lie!" The humble woman vigorously praised.

"It wasn't a lie." Her smile vanished, turning into a miserable expression, propagating a stifling air permeating the once lighthearted ambience.