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Knock knock

I knocked on Kane's door slowly. While waiting for the man to open the door, I began to look myself up and down. Hopefully he doesn't feel allergic if he sees me wearing tacky clothes like this. An ankle-length skirt, an oversized and tacky pink shirt, thick glasses, fake moles, and hair tied in two. Great! My appearance is absolutely disgusting. I really wonder to myself why I prepared this outfit before flying to Switzerland. But all because of Kane. The man repeatedly told me to look tacky in front of him. So I suddenly had this outfit ready in my suitcase, even though when I put all this outfit in my suitcase, I was determined not to wear it. But it's become somewhat useful now. For a mission.

Kane really took too long to open the door. I knocked on his door again with a louder bang, then waited nervously. If the guy I'm going to meet is a normal guy, then he'll definitely feel nauseous when he sees me dressed like this. But since the man I'm going to