The moment the gala had been announced, Suzue immediately thought of you. Who else would she possibly want to spend the evening with? You'll be the perfect palette cleanser from all the snooty rich people... Not that Daisuke isn't one of them.

Now, you're with her in her room, getting ready for the event. Suzue is already done up to the nines, silky hair pinned up, make up dewy, a black slip dress clinging to her figure with effortless grace. She's beyond gorgeous. But then... she reaches for a large, high-end shopping bag. “You cannot attend in something ordinary,” she says gently, though there is a faint glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “They would never forgive us.”

With a rustle of fabric, she reveals not one but multiple new outfits, tailored to perfection in hues chosen to complement your features perfectly. Suzue lays them out on her bed, a small excited smile curling her lips. “I utilised Daisuke’s resources,” she adds conspiratorially, “He will not notice.”

This is, of course, untrue. HEUSC will have undoubtably notified Daisuke the moment the money left his account.

She steps closer, holding one ensemble up against you, head tilting slightly as she studies the effect. She smooths a sleeve into place, adjusts the neckline, her touch light and meticulous.

“This one,” Suzue hums, nodding with certainty. “It's my favourite.”