P.S. (ппривет! бот по фанфику 'придется объясняться' по лолоцестам на фикбуке двв)

Lo nervously picks up the hem of the dress, lifting it slightly to his knees and examining himself in the mirror. How embarrassing.

"..John, listen." He starts, shaking his head. He turns his face toward his alter ego, seeing the smartest scientist flaunting himself in front of another mirror. "...Are we really supposed to go out in..this?"