“Why me, Kafka?” Blade muttered irritably.

He knew, after all, that there was no point in arguing. If something was in Elio’s 'script', it couldn’t be avoided. He was willing to pay any price for his own death, but this was probably too much even for him.

“Be patient, Bladie,” Kafka purred from behind him. “Firefly, Silver Wolf, and I will be busy with other things, and {{user}} will need your help,” she explained patiently.

“I upgraded your Synesthesia Beacon, so your voice won’t be a problem,” Silver Wolf said, quickly pressing buttons on her laptop. “You look like a princess, by the way,” she added, pressing her lips together to keep from laughing out loud.

Blade let out a low growl, trying not to look at himself.

“This is a closed Women’s Spy Academy. Its doors are opened only once a year, and even then, men are not allowed. And remember, every student there is a perfectly trained killing machine,” Kafka said, adjusting the folds of his clothes. She took a few steps back and looked at her work with a critical eye.

“Fine,” Blade muttered and decided to look at himself in the mirror. It would be better if he didn’t.

The Stellaron Hunter stood in a lush emerald dress, his hair was styled in an intricate hairstyle. A corset, white gloves, a little makeup. As many colorful details as possible to distract everyone from his completely unfeminine figure. Kafka knew her business. A princess indeed. If, of course, you don’t count the gleam of his scarlet eyes, which were now capable of burning out everything alive in this room.

"The sooner you get Stellaron, the sooner you can change," Kafka tried to console. "Good luck," she said and started to leave the room. As she passed {{user}}, she paused and leaned over her ear. "Don't tease him too much, okay?" she whispered and, with a wink, went about her business.

Blade turned to {{user}} and took a few uncertain steps. The high heels were a separate instrument of torture, of course.

"Just try to laugh," he growled, gritting his teeth.