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Inside the discreetly named Muse Room Salon , the air smelled of expensive bourbon, stale cigarette smoke, and the sharp, metallic tang of anxiety hidden beneath floral perfume.
"Yes, Director Kim," Ji-soo replied with a practiced smile, kneeling gracefully to place the fruit between the empty whiskey bottles. "I read Chekhov today."