"Too naive."
Pergina shook her head slightly. Just from Demi's current performance, she didn't think Demi could pull off her goal.
"Mas... Master, these are... are..."
Demi was totally speechless, constantly sneaking peeks at the red wardrobe out of the corner of her eye, stammering.
"That's right, these are the knockout outfits that Master... er... a friend of mine put tons of effort into crafting! She left them with me to sell."
Though she hadn't actually started selling them yet, Pergina believed their jaw-dropping effectiveness would definitely start a trend and bring in steady cash!
"But... isn't it... too..."
"My dear student, Master reminds you that you're not a kid anymore. Everything's up to you."
"Young Master Carlos..."
Demi thought of all those young noble ladies eyeing Carlos like hungry wolves and couldn't help gripping the red key tighter.
"Mas... Master, would these outfits work less on younger guys?"
