It was a grave mistake. Mu Yuze shouldn't have chosen this outfit on a whim because it reminded him of the endearing nickname He Juan had playfully called him. Seriously, what had possessed him to make such an impulsive decision?
Standing before a full-length mirror, Mu Yuze gazed at his reflection with a mixture of annoyance and frustration.
His discarded clothes and shoes lay forgotten in the corner of the fitting room, and he was now clad in a sleek, form-fitting and glossy black rabbit suit. Bathed in the harsh glare of the overhead lights, the outfit clung to his body like a second skin, accentuating the alluring dip of his waist and the graceful flare of his hips. It was designed to hug his chest, leaving his shoulders and collarbones enticingly exposed. The costume had included white cuffs and collar which now adorned his wrists and neck.
If he tilted his body slightly to the side, he could see a fluffy white ball at the base of his lower back.
