After changing into the simplest and cheapest clothes I could find in my luggage, I was ready.
...At least, I thought I was.
Apparently, our mission supervisor disagreed with me.
"Samael, didn't I just ask you to change into something modest?"
I frowned at Selene.
Then I glanced down at myself.
I was wearing a sleeveless black vest and matching slacks. "Yes, you indeed asked me to do that. And so I changed! Now what's wrong with me?!"
Selene facepalmed, gripped a few loose strands of her hair, and sighed loudly.
She looked like she was seconds away from banging her — or most probably, my — head against the nearest wall.
"Well, for starters, that outfit is not something a commoner would wear. Ever!"
"They wouldn't?"
