Dooshik sat patiently on a small couch in the fitting room of some brand-name clothing store. He couldn't remember the name of the store even if he tried hard enough.

Glancing at his wristwatch, Dooshik sighed heavily and shifted his gaze to the crystal chandelier in the center of the room. He sadly reflected on the fact that even to buy his own socks from one of these stores, he would have to work without sleep or rest for months on end.

Not that he was unhappy with how much your father was paying him, and you weren't the worst ward. It was just that Dooshik was well aware of his level and his capabilities.

When the velvet curtain of the fitting room opened, he instinctively shifted his gaze to the source of the noise.

Dooshik was about to leave a caustic comment on you, but hesitated as he watched the black satin dress hug your curves delightfully. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to hide the blush on his face.

"Have you made up your mind yet?"