"Next!"
"Next one!"
"Try this on!"
"Perfect! Turn around!"
For the next few hours, Fil could only hear Dustin's excited voice. It was almost echoing in the penthouse. The two-minute time mark also felt a lot longer, getting used to wearing the pieces as quickly as she could. Some clothes were too complicated for her. Thus, Fil had to trust the other stylist to help her. As long as her private parts were covered, she grew comfortable showing more skin to them.
These people didn't look at her with judgment or with any malice. If anything, they seemed to see her as a mannequin they were dressing up. That helped her a lot in getting used to this chore.
"Open up!" Dustin's voice echoed once more, and just like what had been happening, the racks of clothes were pulled away from each other.
