271 Cross-Dress and Photos ? (1/2)

A new item had appeared in the diamond hall.

It was an adorable mini-dress with a cat princess print. It cost five diamonds to use. Putting it on would gift the wearer the ability to use two skills at once for ten whole minutes.

Zhao Yao stared at the dress wordlessly. He closed the Book and let out a dismissive snort.

”Cross-dressing? That's never gonna happen. I'd rather die,” he thought to himself.

The power the dress afforded was tempting, but he vowed never to use it as he left the extradimensional belly and entered the real world.

He stepped foot into his bedroom, where Baiquan was busy training. He was doing push-up after push-up enthusiastically, his face flushed red from the exertion. Beads of sweat were forming above his brows.

”C'mon, Baiquan. I know you're dedicated to this, there's no need to exercise in my bedroom. Jeez,” Zhao Yao commented, ”Continue in the living room, won't you? I need a nap,”

”Yes, Boss. Off I go then,” Baiquan complied.

Hanako looked up from the couch when she heard the bedroom door open. She gulped as Baiquan walked out gingerly, panting and flushed.

”Oh my, that looks intense,” she thought, blushing beet red.

Baiquan noticed her weird expression but did not bother trying to make sense of it. He walked straight into his own room to continue training.

Growing stronger was all he could think about these days. The exercises he did, such as push-ups and sit-ups, were simple, but the result was immense. He was becoming noticeably fitter.

Baiquan was as much the paragon of physical excellence as Matcha was not. The ginger cat was perched on the massage chair again. He put his phone down, extended his paws, then stretched luxuriously.

He let out a huge yawn.

”My, my, my. The view at the top is beautiful, but it sure is lonely,” he sighed dramatically, his eyes on the screen of his phone.

The statistics of his Mobile Legends match was displayed. He had killed a staggering five opponents, a triumph by his standards.

Humming, he started another 5v5 match against a team of AI opponents.

”Humans are far too scheming. I can flaunt my true intellect and skills when I play against computers,” he concluded.

His train of thought was interrupted when his body suddenly froze and tensed. He had, quite unfortunately, grown familiar with this uncomfortable sensation. He knew that it meant he had lost all control of his limbs to a certain ragdoll.

Matcha narrowed his eyes as he involuntarily sprinted towards Elizabeth, phone dangling from the corner of his mouth.

”What do you want, Yeti? Why did you infringe my privacy with your stupid mind-control? he demanded angrily, ”I was busy learning!”

Elizabeth did not seem too interested in what Matcha had to say. She was occupied with adjusting her Louis Vuitton purse. She held it in front of her at first, then waved it from her paw, before leaving it on her back.

”Hmm...What's the prettiest way for me to pose with my purse, do you think?” she asked.

Matcha tilted his head to the side, confused. The poses looked the same to him.

”I don't know why I bothered asking. Come, help me take some photos. Take as many as you can and I'll choose a good one later.”

Matcha's whiskers shook with fury.

”You,” he started, ”Made me come here just to be your photographer?! Do you know how busy I am?!”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him.

”Busy? You were just playing your game, no? You can always play later.”

”You women know nothing! That's not just a game. It's more than that! In fact, it's my religion.”

”Nonsense,” she dismissed him casually, ”Be nice and take some good photos for me. I'll send you $10 as a reward after.”

Matcha's demeanor changed instantly.

”Well, Lizzie, I have to say you have found the perfect cat for the job. Who but I, Matcha Leibovitz, can take the most moving photos? I can turn a dog into a wolf through the lens,” he said confidently.

With that, he raised his phone and aimed it in her direction.

”Tell me what you want, beautiful. Do you want to look cute? Or would a modern look be more you? Or sexy, perhaps? Retro? One set of photos would cost you just $10. I'll give you two sets for the price of one. I'll even photoshop them until they're nothing short of perfection.”

”Stop talking.”

Elizabeth took a few more shots of her new purse, then turned to Matcha.

”So here's what you got to do. I must look good in the photo, but so does my purse. Anyone who takes one look at the picture must spot the purse, but it shouldn't feel like we're deliberately showing it off. The spotlight should still be on me. Comprendre?”

”Low-key glam, got it,” Matcha nodded, looking intently at Elizabeth through his camera lens.

He held his phone in one paw and used the other to direct her position.

”Look here, Lizzie! I want you to embody subtle beauty in our first shot,” he instructed.