20 Gift or Punishment

- 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 things are yours. We promise to pack them back in one piece at a time, and then you can choose which ones to keep and which to discard."

As we spoke, the other maids were already in motion, some folding my quilt, some bagging my clothes, and some encapsulating my shoes and placing them in a separate box.

It was really easy to tell what I had. Basically, the cleanest things in the