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Mario furrowed his brow as he walked with determined and swift strides, each step showcasing his decisiveness and authority. He strolled through the long corridors of the palace, muttering to himself as he searched for Luigi's figure. He knew that before the grand banquet began, he needed to confirm all the arrangements with Luigi to ensure the smooth running of the event. His thoughts raced as he organized the various arrangements for the banquet and anticipated potential issues.
He hurried along the familiar corridor towards his private chambers. Inside, his makeup artists were already waiting to create his best look for the banquet. He couldn't help but glance at the casual white undershirt he was wearing, realizing he needed to change into a more formal attire. At the end of the corridor, the door to his room was clearly visible in his sight.
His pace did not slow down because of this, and his eyes scanned every servant passing by with strictness. He wanted to ensure that every corner of the palace was in order, and every servant was faithfully carrying out their duties. Suddenly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes as he noticed a servant had forgotten to clean a corner of the corridor. He immediately began to roar, berating the servant for their incompetence and carelessness.
"You useless lot! Can't do anything right!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the corridor, causing all the servants to tremble and not dare to make any mistakes. His roar made the atmosphere in the palace even more tense, and everyone felt the heavy pressure.
He controlled his anger and continued to move quickly, with thoughts of finding Luigi and the upcoming banquet on his mind. He muttered to himself, "These idiots can't do anything right, damn it." His heart was filled with dissatisfaction and urgency. He knew that the success of this banquet was crucial for him and the entire Mushroom Kingdom. He would not allow any mistakes or negligence; he had to ensure that everything was perfect.
Mario's shouting in the corridor made the servants' scalps tingle, creating a tense atmosphere throughout the palace. He walked faster and eventually reached his room at almost a running speed. Without hesitation, he forcefully pushed open the door, causing a loud noise that made the windows inside the room tremble slightly. His appearance startled the makeup artists in the room, who immediately stood up and respectfully lowered their heads.
His gaze quickly swept across the room and then settled on a well-proportioned makeup artist. She had flowing golden hair, delicate yet not flashy makeup on her face, and her eyes showed some panic but more professionalism and composure. Mario looked at her, and the anger and irritability in his heart seemed to be instantly relieved by her appearance.
He walked to the center of the room, signaling the makeup artists to start preparing for him. He untied the casual white underwear he was wearing, preparing to change into more formal attire. The makeup artists quickly and skillfully began their work, with the well-proportioned makeup artist responsible for applying makeup for him. Her movements were gentle and decisive, making Mario feel an unprecedented sense of relaxation. She gently touched his face, and the tender gesture made Mario feel very comfortable. He involuntarily started talking to her, trying to get her attention. His words were full of teasing and humor, making the atmosphere in the room relaxed and pleasant.
"Your hands feel really good," he said mischievously, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
She smiled in response, "Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Mario. I will do my best to make you look the most handsome at the party."
Mario was pleased with her response and continued chatting with her, sometimes teasing and joking. He even deliberately created some physical contact, such as lightly touching her hand or asking her to help him straighten his tie. Each time they touched, he could feel her nervousness and anticipation, which made him feel very excited.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Mario was very satisfied with the makeup artist's skills. He turned around, revealing his unique and teasing smile. He said to the makeup artist, "You know, after the evening party, we have a VVVIP exclusive party. Only special people can attend."
The makeup artist's eyes revealed a glimmer of anticipation and curiosity. She was a bit nervous, yet filled with expectation. Mario slowly reached out his hand, took out a shiny coin from his pocket, and gently placed it in the makeup artist's palm.
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"This is your pass," he said, his eyes revealing temptation and anticipation. "Keep it safe, we'll meet tonight."
The makeup artist accepted the coins, and a bright smile appeared on her face. She was clearly very happy and honored by Mario's invitation. She gently leaned closer to Mario and softly blew a breath in his ear, saying, "Thank you, Mario-sama."
Mario felt a breeze blowing past his ear, making him feel very comfortable and happy. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Mamma Mia!" A satisfied and happy smile appeared on his face. He knew that this evening would be very exciting.
Mario's eyes sparkled with a mischievous and cunning glint as he reached out and lightly patted the makeup artist's buttocks. A blush immediately spread across the makeup artist's face, but a subtle hint of joy shone in her eyes. Mario looked at her, his mouth curling into a smug smile. He seemed to thoroughly enjoy this slightly teasing interaction, making him feel in control of everything.
With his gesture, the servants in the room immediately sprang into action. They carefully retrieved a custom-tailored suit from the wardrobe. The suit's stitching was extremely delicate, every seam and button appeared so perfect, and the design style was unique, exuding luxury and nobility.
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