Ri clung to Dyon's arm as they walked from store to store. Dyon felt as though he had become some sort of live doll to be poked and prodded at for his wife's leisure, but he could only let it happen. He knew the day where his sweat pants empire would be assaulted would come, it had just happened too quickly for him to be ready… He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.
Soon, he was wearing pristine fabrics, draped in robes of black and gold Ri seemed to think matched his appearance the best.
His demeanor was enough to make him seem quite handsome, it was just that the store clerks couldn't help but sigh about the fact he kept his face behind a mask. But, considering the woman by his side and the money they spent as easily as breathing, this man had to be of pretty high status.
