"Uh, well, sir," Cassandra's hands squeezed each other. "Inside the suitcase, I didn't find any decent clothes. So, may I borrow your shirt?"

"What? Say that again?!"

"I-I didn't find any clothes that are suitable for me in the suitcase. I even found fishnets in there. So, humbly and with my dignity lowered, I would like to borrow your shirt. Just one, to change into. I feel hot, I want to take a shower."

"No way. Yesterday, I had to throw away my clothes because you wore them without my permission. Now, I don't want to lend you anything."

"Are you sure?" Cassandra approached Alexander.

"I'm sure. It's better if...