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But before I know it… she has already dragged me into a luxury boutique! Damn! I never noticed, but she really does wear expensive clothes, and she knows what she’s doing. She brings me to a boutique that specialises in designer boots, jackets, coats, and many more. Most items are training and combat wearables, but there are also a few casual clothes on the side that also cost a fortune. But I do say that the quality is very impressive, especially the boots. The leather is top-notch, and the stitches are perfect. I have never seen anything like that before.

It’s a specialty store that sells stripper outfits for both men and women. As soon as they got in, Jada found the outfit she was thinking of wearing. A glitter sheer mesh jumpsuit. “Girl, no need to try it on!” Ada exclaimed, obviously excited. “I know, right?” She responded as she walked over to the counter. “Byotch, you need footwear to go with that,” Bambi reminded her then he showed her a pair of 6-inch mesh platforms. Checking the size, Jada took it from him and placed it on the counter as well, “Perfect,” she muttered as the cashier ran her items for checkout.

He began to shop for several female footwears, using the size of the stiletto as a guide. The moment she had waited for finally came, and it was that period when his majesty became pleased. Jayden signalled to the guards and the chosen items were directed to the cashier. And every single item was paid with one of his credit cards. The price of the purchased goods was confidential, privately kept away from her knowledge even though it was something she badly wanted to know. Jayden and his company went out of the shopping building with the bodyguards carrying at least four shopping bags. It seemed as though he was considering opening a boutique.

The employee offered kindly, “You could buy a blank one and get the number printed over there.” Wendy glanced at the long line the worker indicated. “Will there be a restock this afternoon?” “Not for now. The warehouse is out too.” “Okay, thanks.” Wendy shook her head helplessly. How popular is he? If only she’d bought one when she came with David last time. Left with no choice, she picked out an XS blank jersey. “Back already?” Gina eyed the plain jersey in Wendy’s hands, unsurprised. “Don’t overthink it. It’s not like you’re a die-hard fan of any player. A basic one’s fine.”

The gear isn’t so extensive like it would have been if it was an official MARC mission. A belt, guns, and a very flimsy vest. Jesse gives the fire arms team a look and they wince. “Best we could find on such short notice.” He sighs, “Is there any way Golden Boy could wear two??” he asks, looking around. Fighting the blush, and trying to stay level headed when I tell him, “If i wear two, you’re wearing two.” He frowns at me, then sees the set look in my eyes and sighs,

Jackie said and pulled back the covers on the bed. “What about this one?” Gabriella said as she held up a short, red satin nightie. “That’s nice, but I think we should pack this one,” Jodi said and held up a purple and black bustier. “We’ll throw in a couple of thigh highs and garters. He’ll love that.” “The bustier is part of my wardrobe for special orgy nights,” Jackie said. “Sometimes, I think you have a split personality disorder,” Jodi said. “Jackie Garvey, the professional intellectual, and Jackie Garvey, the Madam of the Orgy Bar are one in the same. It’s time for you to accept that.”

What’s more, Director Juon were really great at riling up and edging these eager and prideful attendee, he was perfect Auctioneers at the moment. “Mother Elijah…Are these people Stupid?…that is just Civilian Model Combat Vest Type-1…Made from triple compress goblin leather….it should be costing around just 50 Credits to make and selling it should be just around 70 credits….why does these people buying them at 2500 Credits?..”.(Yggdrasil) “language..Yggdra…”.(Elijah) “Sorry, Mother…But why though?..”.(Yggdrasil)

CHAPTER TWO MY HEART NEARLY LEAPS OUT of my chest when the big boom hits. When I can breathe again, I jump from my bed and run to the door, opening it up. I expect to find complete disaster on my doorstep, but instead I just find Jersey in a pile, wearing a cape from three Halloweens ago. It’s way too small, but does that stop him? Hell no. He’d still be in his toddler-sized Ninja Turtle underwear if our mom hadn’t thrown them out last year. Jersey has a hard time letting go of the things he loves.

Beneath them stood rows of polished leather boots and rugged jackets. I bypassed the suits, searching for something comfortable, until my eyes landed on a thick, soft grey hoodie. Rummaging a bit further, I found a drawer filled with his Calvin Klein designer boxers. I pulled out a matching light grey pair and slipped them on. Thankfully, because he was so massive, the boxers sat comfortably high on my waist, the hem reaching halfway down my thighs, while the oversized hoodie swallowed my frame completely, falling almost to my knees. It looked quite decent on me—like a cozy, makeshift dress.

“Wear this. If you show up with anything but these clothes tomorrow, our deal is off. See you, brat.” I frowned and scoffed. “See you, Mr. Jerk-o-saurus!” I said with a grimace, proceeding to inspect the remaining items. The first thing that caught my eye was a pair of jeans. It was simple in appearance, yet the quality of the fabric was undeniable. "Not bad," I muttered. Next in the box was a plain shirt, surprisingly cute with a small wolf print at the center that brought a smile to my face. Accompanying the outfit were a pair of shoes that surprisingly fit well and a cap that complemented the entire casual ensemble.