A waitress.
It sounded way too easy to be true. Following my gut feeling, I unzipped the garment bag. My knuckles felt something sturdy hidden under the collared shirt so I undid a few buttons for inspection.
I found myself staring at a leather vest with an abnormal number of straps to fasten it. I rapped my knuckles against it and true enough, there was a thin sheet of metal tucked in between the two layers of leather. The metal, however, was molded in a way that would definitely outline my body shape, most likely to make it look as less rigid as possible. Merely looking at it was enough to force the fear that I felt earlier to come crawling back up my throat, making it difficult to breathe.
"Rogue…" I croaked out, unable to peel my gaze off the vest. "W-What's gonna happen at the pa
