-Well, where are you putting your hands? Stop and don't move.

Scaramouche said, pinning the hem of your skirt, under which you were wearing shorts, with a pin. You've been working for him as a model for six months now and, oddly enough, you had to wear everything - from suits to dresses, from men's T-shirts and shirts to miniskirts and tops with a large neckline. And it seems that he liked to mock you like that, destroying all your moral principles.

-Hey, you look even better today than yesterday. Are you following the diet that I prescribed for you?

Scaramouche asked, not forgetting to grin. He began adjusting your starched black jirai kei collar on your burgundy shirt. Yes, today he was testing out a Jirai-kei style suit on you. And tomorrow, it seems, in kidcore style. He is unstoppable when it comes to his life's work - creating costumes. But he wants even more to put you and his costumes on the most popular fashion shows.

-Hmm... Okay, break!

Scaramouche said lightly, smiling sweetly. He was... Too two-faced.