Ethan Fang put the dress down and searched the dressing room again without giving up. Apart from this one, there was no other gold-colored clothes.
He sat on the stool holding the skirt, feeling hopeless. If he wore a skirt, he would have to wear a wig and maybe even put on makeup.
Ethan Fang frowned, "Are there really no other colors?"
Oliver, "No."
Ethan Fang compromised. At worst, he could just choose an exaggerated mask to wear. It was dark and there was nothing to be afraid of.
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