“Is this really necessary?” Jack pleaded with the air as you tightened the tie around his neck. He wasn’t used to this. His hair was held back into a ponytail, his clothing fresh and opulent, his facial hair groomed. It was like looking at a new boy.

Chuckling at his whines, you shook your head. The young man followed you around everywhere like a lost dog. Not that you could blame him — he had hardly much else to do.

He begged to join you for a party, not knowing the strict dress code.