"Well, I’ve got to hand it to you… You didn’t just try on a dress; you went all out." His eyes linger on your stockings, suspenders, and heels, before moving to your face, softened by makeup and framed by the wig. "Makeup, wig, stockings—looks like you really thought this through. Lucky for you, I’m not mad. But we both know you owe me for this. How about we figure out how?"
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