Valmont Series - Inheritance Code

Chapter 3.2 - The Suite Life(and its rules)

She padded barefoot to the adjoining bathing area — the Aura Suite — which activated in anticipation of her arrival.

Steam bloomed softly.

Scent diffusers triggered: light florals mixed with Solara's signature scent, wrapped in hydrating microdroplets. The entire chamber adapted instantly to her biometrics.

Cleansing sequence prepared. BioSync Bath optional. Shower recommended.

Aria hesitated.

"Wait... who cleaned my face last night?"

"SleepCore. You were unconscious. Nanomist cleansing, oxygen infusion, and overnight derma-sculpt routines complete. Avalon does not tolerate clogged pores or pillow creases, Princess."

She almost laughed. Almost.

Instead, she shook her head, surrendering to the surreal perfection.

This wasn't skincare anymore. It was statuscare.

As she stepped under the cascading mist, her muscles relaxed instantly — AI-tuned water temperature, mineral balance, and aromatics worked together like clockwork.

Not even her hair would be spared — the smart shampoo and conditioner adapted on the fly to her scalp condition.

"Am I even needed anymore?" she wondered briefly, letting herself vanish under the futuristic waterfall.

Emerging, glowing slightly, she returned to the living area — where Lyric was already anticipating her next move.

"Shall we prepare you socially now?"

StyleForge, initiate.

The closet — or rather, vault — slid open in near silence.

But instead of shelves and hangers, it revealed curated chaos, alive and mesmerizing.

Holographic threads and shimmering data streams hovered in the air, arranging themselves in elegant formations. Suggested outfits rotated gracefully — not just based on House requirements or daily schedules, but subtly layered with prestige calculations. Everything in Avalon, it seemed, whispered status.

Only a 360-degree projection — real-time, precision-rendered around the StyleForge capsule — showing how she would be perceived from every angle. Outfits mapped flawlessly to her dimensions, breath rhythm, and micro-expressions, adjusting in motion as she turned. She could preview every look in full, walking through virtual scenarios — all without ever touching a thread.

Aria drifted closer, eyes widening in awe.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, unbidden — equal parts disbelief and delight.

It was like the ultimate makeover game — except this was real.

Presets came preloaded for every new student. She spotted the basics right away: House Solara's daywear, training gear, and formal looks. All neatly organized and instantly wearable.

But then came the other options — a cascading scroll of digital tags glowing in soft gold.

"Own, One-Time Use."

Each outfit carried its price in VYXA, Avalon's native currency.

If she wanted, she could own them permanently — adding them to her personal StyleForge library for endless remixing and upgrades.

Or, she could rent the more exclusive designs for single appearances, guaranteeing she'd never repeat an outfit twice.

Her fingers hovered over the designer tags, enchanted.