"Wow, that's a lot," Ryuk said out loud, surprised as the green wardrobe was opened up. An entire line of well-wrapped clothes came pouring out of it.
Each of them was still in their sealed nylon, and they numbered in the hundreds, forming a small mountain beneath Ryuk and Lydia's feet.
"Yeah, he sends them to me once every week. It's been continuing for some years now, so..." she said, as Ryuk bent down, opening one of the sealed nylons.
But his expression marred when he saw the clothes and looked back at Lydia's figure, who rolled her eyes.
"Could it be that he doesn't know you're a female or something?" Ryuk couldn't help but ask.
The cloth he held was a regular shirt and trousers, seemingly made of some high-quality fibre, but there was no doubt about it—it was clothing for males.
It would make any female wearing it look like a tom boy.
