Her plans for letting him blend in with the crowd were not workable. He was too tall, everyone can spot him right away, his skin color would stand out, his body, with all the muscles and good meat, won't convince the staff that he had a terminal disease.
She used the crystal globe to grab some clothes from Hash Raven's wardrobe. Hash is taller than Mr. Raven, so the pants are shorter, but damn, he looked good on it.
"No, no, don't wear this, you're too striking."
She unbuttoned the shirt on his body.
"No, I like this one very comfortable and this is the fifth outfit you let me on."
She didn't realize that he let him tried that many.
"One more, it would be the perfect camouflage."
She closed her eyes to sneak back, but Hash held her arm and stopped her.
"What's wrong with this shirt and pants, this is a casual outfit and I like it."
He hugged her and lead her to a sweet dance, then turned her around.
"Well?"
