Ginger thought silently to herself for a moment. She thought of a time when she could not afford nice things and she suddenly felt a connection with Padfoot, as if they've lived a similar life. She suddenly became thankful of everything she has accomplished.

She giggled at what Airu had said. "Yes, this is quite odd of a man asking a woman to borrow clothing. It isn't something you see every day. I think I've just witnessed a revolution. He is a brave man indeed. I've got a feeling he and I will become good friends, no matter who wins this competition."

Ginger wasn't a very competitive person at all in fact. There have been times where she has wondered why she even joined in on this competition, but she thought about it hard and ended up feeling the best she has felt in a long time.

(Oh no, Airu got me Covered. Thank you Espy~)

Padfoot nodded and then looked over to Espy. He shrugged and then said. "I don't know, I'll have to look at what I packed, I just wanted to make sure I was covered before I start...start to stress..." he laughed nervously and shuffled his feet, feeling uncomfortable. "But thank you for offering...If I do need help in the future I may ask you." He added quickly giving her a grateful smile.

Airu smiled to Espy. "Well looks like things are tending to work out for the better. Now if you excuse me. I think I'll take up that offer on the masseuse Duchess had offered earlier." Airu gave a nod as she stood up and walked over to one of Duchess masseuses.

Ginger yawned and figured it was time for her to settle into her room and get some rest. She could't wait for the formal dinner the next evening and to be introduced to the other contestants. Waving goodbye to Padfoot, Airu, and Espy, she felt like she had a few things to think about.

Lucid was excited for the dinner. She loved formal dress, and she loved food. She immediately went to her room and began pouring over her many formal outfits, trying to decide exactly which colors, accessories, and dress length to wear. With such a selection, Lucid could hardly choose just one outfit.

Nikko had gotten off the elevator walked down the hall to his room thinking to him self some trying to think what he would be able to wear to the dinner that was going to be happening later on that coming evening getting to his room he pulled out key card opened the door walked in sighing some. He was never really the kind to mingle with people and had a hard time doing so, maybe this dinner would work out for him and he could see what he was against in many ways he needed to try and not be so kept to him self about everything. Heading over to the closet he looked in trying to see what he would be able to wear to the formal dinner.

She opened her eyes and freaked out. Ginger had overslept! It was nearly noon and she still needed to go shopping. The formal dinner is tonight and she has so much to do before it starts! Hurriedly, she ran into the bathroom and showered. Without makeup and in a pair of sweats, she rushed out the door and headed to the nearest shopping mall in search of the perfect dress.

Jurinjo retired to his quarters as well. The first thing he did was look through the clothes he brought along for this contest. He had a giant suitcase but even so it was impossible just to decide what to bring. At least something here could double as formal wear...well with that settled maybe he should mingle. Nah they could wait, right now he needed a good rest. ((which means I need some rest before work -yawn-))

Perhaps if he bothered to think before he would've have set his alarm. When his eyes opened to darkness he worried immediately of being late to that formal thing. But then White had said tomorrow night so he was good for the time being.

((I didn't panic but the first thing I checked was if anything had happened here. Apparently not...))

Duchess had spent her entire night sleeping peacefully in a lovely pink silk nightgown. She arose at about 11 am after quite a long rest.

"Ufufufufu~" She giggled while clinging to her pillow. It was obvious to anyone that saw her like this, that was excited. However, Duchess never let anyone see her with her guard down like this.

She called up her chef to cook her some delicious late breakfast. It was never too late for breakfast. She'd be staying in her room for most of the day. She wished to surprise the other contestants with sheer radiance of her beauty and the splendour of her gown. Everything must be perfect...

A slender hand creep out from under the cover reaching over to the night stand by the bed to shut off his alarm clock. Looking out from under the covers a purple eye glowed to look at the time. It seems it was almost noon, sighing into the pillow Nikko placed his phone down then turned over he stayed up a little to late trying to figure out what he would wear to the dinner that evening when it would come.

Having hit the snooze button on her clock every seven minutes for the past couple of hours, Espy finally managed to clamber out of bed without leaving the bedsheets in a lump on the ground. Ah shite. It's already noon... she thought. I....I blame the bed for being too comfortable!

Pulling on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, she grabbed her iPod and brought her laptop downstairs to the lobby.

Being one early to wake had its advantages. LIke the quiet time he got simply walking about the grounds without any disturbance or worry about another person. Jurinjo was dressed very modestly in a plain shorts and black tee with flip-flops. His messy bed-head in a pony-tail, he looked very down to Earth. Even after consuming breakfast he barely saw anyone. Was there something going on he did not know about? Until someone finally showed Jurinjo stayed in his seat reading a music magazine.

Slipping from under the covers Nikkoo got out of the bed and wondered into the bathroom took a shower, once he was done he got dressed taking his book and laptop bag with him going down to the lobby for lunch to see what was going on. "I wonder who is up and about today?" he thought to him self getting on the elevator heading down to the lobby.