Tonrie emerged from the dressing room of the high-end tailor, donning a chocolate and black three-piece tuxedo, a crisply pressed white shirt, and a sleek black bowtie.
"Looking sharp, bro!" Dash complimented him.
Andi, standing nearby, applauded enthusiastically. "Snaaazy!"
Tonrie did a little spin, showcasing his attire from all angles as he caught sight of the others. "Hey! Go pick out your stuff! Dinner reservation's in an hour!"
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Dash emerged next, sporting a brown and orange blazer paired with grey plaid pants. Tonrie couldn't resist teasing him, "Hey, the '80s called, they want their clothes back."
"Shut it. I make this look good…" Dash retorted, striking a pose in front of the mirror.
"I beg to differ." Just then, Andi stepped out of her dressing room, stunning in a snow-white pant suit with a vibrant ember-orange button-up shirt. "I make THIS look good!" Tonrie and Dash both stood in admiration, whistling their approval.
