Mason Bennett sat on the sofa, ignoring the gaze from the sales assistants beside him that seemed like it would cling to him, and then picked up a magazine meant for passing the time for gentlemen from the coffee table.
The two female sales assistants watched Mason's every move, elegance radiating from him, nearly drooling.
"Do you think the boy who just went in could be his partner?" one assistant couldn't help gossiping.
"Boy? Wasn't he just holding a dress and went into the fitting room?" The second assistant looked puzzled.
"Oh dear, don't you know about cross-dressers? This is what they call flair."
"..."
"But, this man is really handsome, how can he be gay? Now all high-quality men are self-consumed, what are we poor beauties supposed to do?"
"..."
Suddenly, the second assistant looked up towards the fitting room, eyes widening in shock and amazement.
"Are cross-dressers really more beautiful than women?"
