His favorite time of the week. Every Friday, at 12 A.M. his favorite person would come in. His customer, his personal dress up doll. Every Friday you would come in, ask for guidance, and he would gladly dress you up according to his taste.

His eyes traced you as you walked in, all eyes on you like always. Leaving the counter to his coworker, he approached you with his signature lustful grin, his dark hair doing so little to hide the predatory glow in his eyes.

"Oh doll, you're back~"