Noticing a few maids and such walking by the room, you stroll over to the closet, and start picking out outfits of all sizes. You hear a noise to your right, and see somebody walk in. It's your neighbor, Andrew.
"Hey, man. Lord what-its-face told me you were in here. We were so worried after we saw your car. You okay?"
"Yeah....I'm fine. This place is so weird."
"Uh-huh. Well, we should probably leave."
"Oh, I can't leave. Lord Prosperio offered to fix my car if I stayed the night, and [gesturing to the window] it's night now. I'll just wait 'til tomorrow morning to leave."
"Well, okay, but I'm staying with you. I don't trust this place."
"So call your mom and tell her. But go in the hallway, I want to get out of these gross clothes."
Andrew leaves and you eye through the closet. To your dismay, there's no men's clothing. You look for some clothes that look like they could fit on a guy and end up with two outfits. One has some scene clothes, making you look emo. The other is a tennis outfit, but only comes with a skirt, and you don't want to mix and match. Besides, the skirt looks a little like a really short kilt, and you could pass with that, right?
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