"I thought we were going to the arm-wrestling club. Why do you want me to wear this?" Valerie stared at the dress Denzel picked up from Alessia's closet for her with a puzzled look.
It was a mini dress that made her look more like a spoiled princess than the assassin she was portraying herself to be.
Denzel felt that all the dresses she brought would not fit into the program since he did not know beforehand how things were going to be before leaving the pack.
"We shall meet up with Don Viggo later in another club, and you would have to change in the car, but I want you to dress this way right now to draw attention. There are more men than women in the arm-wrestling club. You just can't go and kill Don Eskimo. You need to get him upset."
The explanation was reasonable. Valerie would have to make it look like it was worth it since she was going to do it in the midst of a crowd. "Thanks. I get it."
