When the door closed, June took a deep breath. He scrunched the torn end, inevitably showing off the nude shaper shorts underneath the skirt. He then whispered to Lantis who stood next to him. "Did she see this? Can't you fix it?"
Lantis, however, stayed quiet for the whole three floors' worth of ride. June just pouted at the rejection before channeling the thickest face that he could muster. After all, he would be strutting a bodycon mini dress with a huge tear that showed off the ass along the hallway of a business floor. The shaper's tone was so close to the skin that it looked like he was going commando instead.
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"Charlie?" Marceline hummed as she pushed the door slowly. With a crack, she spied inside the room and saw how the man was on his desk. He seemed to be discussing something with someone over the phone. When he saw her, he ended the phone call and got up from his seat.
