- Crystal's POV -

Without waiting for me to answer, Zara hastily said, "Mine!"

Then she clutched up her dried seaweed-like smelly socks and shrank away.

"The washbasin..."

"I don't want this washbasin," I said, turning to pack my luggage.

Zara and the other roommates looked at each other in disbelief, no one knowing what was going on.

"Lady, you don't need to do it yourself. We'll pack it for you."

All the maids pulled out their gloves and put them on in unison, and took out their prepared boxes and bags in a well-trained manner.

I hesitantly looked at my things, "But..."

"Don't worry, lady. We can tell which...