"I have a gala on Friday," Leo said, feeling suddenly underdressed in his denim. "But it’s… not that kind of gala. It’s an underground masquerade." Jax’s eyes lit up. "Follow me to the back."
A woman named Jax, dressed in a structured obsidian blazer and sheer lace trousers, stepped out from behind a display of holographic boots. She didn’t just sell clothes; she curated "lifestyles." buy naughty lingerie
Leo tried on the jacket. It fit like a second skin, the internal heating elements adjusting to his body temperature instantly. He looked in the mirror and didn’t see a guy who worked in finance; he saw a protagonist. "I have a gala on Friday," Leo said,