As they bickered, the siblings arrived at a row of lockers against one wall.
Claire stopped struggling and looked at the black material inside curiously. "What's this? Why does it look like… a tight leather suit? Luke, did you develop some weird hobby?"
She suddenly imagined him wearing this leather outfit and holding a long whip… Huh, gross! She didn't want to imagine it!
Luke slapped the back of her head. "What are you thinking? You're a singer, not a movie star. Don't put on a play all by yourself."
As he spoke, he pressed the scanner.
A blue light flashed and the glass door opened. He gestured for Claire to step forward and take out the outfit that was on the shelf.
Claire pursed her lips. When she picked up the black outfit, she was surprised. "It's not leather or rubber. It's very comfortable to touch."
Luke pointed at a room not far away. "Go and change."
