Slam! Alexander begrudgingly slammed the car door to a close. He then darted his glare at the voluptuous woman that alighted with him. The hair was dyed strawberry blonde that matched the pink theme of today's outfit. A light pink faux fur coat obscured the silhouette, but the white shirt and hot pink pants fitted it to the skin. However, the pink wedge heels could have been higher.
June, who altered Marceline's style realistically, didn't act like how he did back at the bank. Not only did the person with him know that he was June Verrier in disguise, but he also didn't want to look convincing as the hooker Marceline right now. Even a rather disgusted pig grunt wouldn't calm down Alexander's little guy if the hateful man failed the test.
"I don't have all day," June whispered as he walked up ahead. He didn't even wait for Alexander as he got to the elevator lobby of the basement parking. "Also, her name is Marceline."
"The girl you killed to steal her looks?"
