Upon arriving at the mall, Shyra was busy choosing this and that, while she just followed behind her. All the clothes she chose are revealing.
“Seriously, Shy? It seems you want me to look like a prostitute!” She complained with a frown after putting on the V-neck dress that only reached half of her legs.
“Here we go again with your pickiness. Do you want to seduce the attorney of your life? Or not?” Shyra asked with a raised eyebrow.
She pouted. “Of course I do!”
Shyra clapped. "There you go, hey beautiful, we'll buy all of that. Please follow us to the counter," she ordered the sales lady, who just smiled.
Later, he found himself sitting inside the parlor with Shyra by her side. The gays are doing something to her hair. She couldn't explain what happened next, and her nails were a
