Cosplay

Dean, who had changed his clothes, was still standing in front of the mirror.

"God, why did you give me this ordeal?" the man said. He was embarrassed to see himself at this moment.

A man with a large body, and lots of muscles on his arms, wearing a pink tank top that could only cover his stomach up to his navel. Not to mention the above-the-knee skirt and the blonde wig.

If it were possible to cry, Dean would have tears in his eyes right now, but he couldn't.

Dean took a breath and let it out three times. He put his hands on his waist, then encouraged himself.

"Dean, you can do it. Just forget the expressions of your subordinates and other employees. Think of it as providing entertainment for them." 

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