It seemed as though everyone was fond of the girl. It wasn't a problem. If anything, it ensured that the organization of the party would go smoothly.

So why did it bother him so much?

Jumin wasn't exactly one to waste time on sorting out his emotions. Dwelling on them typically only served to give them greater strength, so it bothered him that he found himself so preoccupied with it. No matter how he looked at it, though, there was something off about the girl, and apparently no one else noticed it.

She was nice enough; that wasn't the problem. She liked cats, which was more than he could say for Zen. She seemed to handle the potential guests well, possibly as well as Rika had.

Rika… The others were always comparing the girl to Rika, and it bothered him. In his opinion, their differences couldn't be more obvious. Perhaps the problem wasn't Sada at all, but the other members' readiness to substitute Rika for her. Did they really think it was possible for someone as unique as Rika to be replaced by this random foreigner?

In fairness to Jaehee and Seven, the former was not as close to Rika as the rest of them had been, and Seven did manage to treat Sada a lot differently than he treated Rika. He also seemed to get along with the girl better than any of them.

707: Huzzah~

Sada: SEVEN!

Sada: God Seven, of the Seven Levels of the Celestial Realm!

Sada: Come to grace us with his effervescent eminence!

Jumin: Hello…

707: Jumin! The cool guy in a suit!

Sada: Tall, dark, and handsome…

Sada: …but enough about his father!

707: Ba-dum-tss!

Jumin: So you're like the rest of the gold diggers…

Jumin: I suppose women are predictable in that way.

Sada: Gold diggers! That seems disproportionate.

Sada: At least your dad's girlfriends aren't committing genocide.

Jumin: How do we go from gold digging to genocide?

707: Don't you know, Jumin?

707: About the 19th century California Gold Rush?

Jumin: …

Jumin: Why would I need to know about that?

Sada: I'm just saying

Sada: a desire for financial security

Sada: is not exactly on par with the death and environmental devastation of gold digging!

Jumin: It's just an expression…

Sada: Yeah, but so is "Jumin Han is a bigot!"

Jumin: I'm confused… Did I offend you in some way?

Sada: What? No, it's just an expression!

Jumin: I'm not familiar…

707: It's obviously because

707: you implied all women are the same.

707: Isn't that discriminatory?

Sada: That would make you

Sada: a discriminal!

707: You're under arrest!

Jumin: …

Jumin: In any case

Jumin: I must return to work.

Jumin has left the chatroom.

Jumin signed off, feeling mildly frustrated. This girl was nothing like Rika.

Seven found himself glancing at the security feed often. He told himself that he was just excited by the prospect of having a new member in the RFA and hosting parties again. But, if he was being honest, it was more than that… Sada was…unique. The other members were nice, but she was the only one with the patience and creativity to play along with him, the only one who seemed to have fun with him. Aside from that, she was less predictable than the others. Less predictable than him, even. As he watched the CCTV, he occasionally caught her making a spectacle of herself, seemingly for his benefit, moonwalking along the front hallway and making silly faces at the camera. Clearly, she suspected that he was watching, and he was finding it more and more difficult to look away.

707: I reviewed the chat history between you and this "Unknown" person.

707: I'm surprised they knew that old saying.

Sada: Do you mean that creepy thing he said about listening to old men, or whatever?

707: Yes, that one! I haven't heard that saying in years.

Sada: You mean it's a real saying?

707: A pretty old one, I think.

Sada: A pretty gross one. And I thought it was off-putting that he assumed I was younger than him.

707: You should have listened to your intuition, since he turned out to be a hacker!

707: He probably knows almost as much about you as I do.

Sada: How much do you know about me, exactly?

707: Pretty much everything by now! I am a genius hacker!

707: Were you aware?

Sada: Yeah, I think I might have heard something along those lines.

Sada: I am, curious, though…

707: Hmm?

Sada: Back when my first best friend got a computer, when we were both ten-ish years old, she and I wrote a story about our favorite T.V. show and posted it online…

Sada: And it was pretty embarrassing…

707: Go on…

Sada: And…I was wondering if you…you know, found it?

707: I don't believe it…

707: I

707: The Great Seven-Zero-Seven

707: have failed.

Sada: That's a relief! I was never able to take that down because my friend never gave me the account info.

707: I assure you, I shall not rest until I find this story.

707: What show was it?

Sada: I'm not telling you! What kind of genius hacker are you if you can't figure that out, anyway?

707: What do I get if I find it on my own

707: and take it down for you?

Sada: If you manage to do all that, I guess I'll owe you…

Sada: How about I'll do whatever you want for 24 hours?

707: ...

707: Whatever I want?

Sada: Aside from pervy stuff, of course.

707: I was thinking more along the lines of cleaning.

Sada: That I can do. You have a deal!

Seven smirked to himself and began his search. He already knew quite a lot about the girl. She was a 20-year-old foreigner from the United States, and she had only moved to South Korea about a year ago; he had no idea why. She had dark hair and brown eyes, like most people Seven knew, but slightly darker skin than most Koreans. To his surprise, he discovered that her grandmother had been a Puerto Rican activist in the 70's, so Sada was definitely part Puerto Rican. He also found out that her father had been committed to a psych ward in his late high school years.

He felt bad knowing so many personal things about her, but his top priority was ensuring the safety of the RFA and its members. To do that, he needed to be thorough in his investigation of the girl.

And yet, somehow, he had missed something important! Fanfiction! He was dying to know what show it was that she and her friend liked so much that they decided to write a story about it.

But then, before he could complete his search, he found something even more shocking…

"Sada," Seven spoke into his phone. "Are you busy?"

"Nothing I can't pause. What's up? Did you find the story already?"

Seven hesitated. "I…uh…sent you an e-mail…with some stuff I found online."

"Oh, wait… I actually have my e-mail open now…"

There was a long silence and Seven wondered if he should be doing this.

"Oh," Sada's voice spoke. "Yeah. That."

"Did you know about this?"

"I did," she said. "It was actually my job for a while…"

"Your job…?" Seven was momentarily speechless. If he had to guess what kind of job Sada had, he would never have guessed anything like this…

He looked back at the photo on his screen. He had found it in a thread on a private forum where several users had been asking for Sada's personal information. It was a picture of Sada in a maid costume that had been modified to show the optimal amount of skin. Her large, velvety eyes expressed longing and her enormous breasts were barely contained by the flimsy fabric of the costume. Seven looked away again quickly, suddenly realizing he was becoming overly-excited by the image.

"Seven? Are you all right?"

"I'm okay, just—"

"Do you want to kick me out of the RFA?"

"No," he assured her before he could think better of it. "No, I don't want to…" he trailed off, thinking it over. It would likely be trouble for the RFA if the party guests knew Sada had had a job like this, wouldn't it? At the same time, though…Seven didn't want Sada to leave. It didn't seem fair. His own career was morally dubious, so how could he judge her for this? At least she probably never hurt anyone by doing this job. Seven couldn't claim the same.

"Maybe I should have told you from the beginning," Sada spoke. "I used a different name back then, so people don't usually know it's me."

"Do you still…?"

"Oh, I stopped about a month ago, when I got a job as a CAD draftsman."

"Oh…"

"Seven?"

"Yeah?"

There was a brief pause, then she asked, "What do you think?"

Seven felt his face flush. "Wh-What?"

"About the situation?" she said teasingly. "Is it really okay if I stay?"

"It's okay," said Seven, though he felt a tug of guilt. He needed to tell V about it, at the very least. A strange part of him hated the thought of sharing this information with anyone, especially another man. A strange part of him wanted to keep this entirely to himself…

When he hung up the phone, he couldn't help looking at the photo again. Was that really the same girl he saw on the CCTV every day? He had never noticed before just how perfectly proportioned she was… Of course, she was usually wearing a lot more layers…

Seven abruptly realized how hard he was. He had only found a handful of photos of her like this. He flipped through them now, wondering if there were any more. He stopped on a picture of her sliding the spaghetti strap of a white tank top down her shoulder as she stared into the camera seductively. The top was semi-transparent and she wasn't wearing a bra, so her nipples were visible underneath the fabric. None of the photos showed her fully topless, and Seven felt disgusted by his palpable disappointment.

What was he doing? He realized he would never be able to focus on his work until he took care of the urge inspired by Sada's photos. He got up and made his way to the shower. As he jerked off under the hot water, he tried to think of something, anything but that girl, but it was no use. All he could picture was how her breasts would look as he thrust into her, imagining them spilling out of her white tank top.

When he finished, he returned to his computer and logged onto the RFA chatroom. Sada was there, chatting with Zen and Jaehee. Just the sight of her username made Seven blush.

This was not good.