What is that girl thinking?
She's embarrassed!
The black-haired girl blushes. Not because she realized that her skirt suddenly shrunk. For her, it's the same skirt she put on in the morning at home... but she does realize people staring at her...
"Darn… I wanted to wear something sexy for my boyfriend…"
"But this stupid skirt is way too short… I hope I did not put on too much makeup... People are staring … I think…"
"I should just buy something really quick and change before my boyfriend arrives..."
"She’s clearly a prostitute about to meet up with a customer…"
"Oh, come on, Jo! We don’t even know her!"
"Nah, just look. The way she moves. The way she’s painted herself. She’s a total slut!"
After that, the girl's way of thinking changes drastically...
"What am I thinking... boyfriend?" -*chuckle*
"Guess I'm still in my last gig's role!" - *giggle*
Without anybody noticing, tattoos start forming on her left arm...
"I just hope this one shows up... A girl's gotta eat!"
Her hair now sprouts some blonde streaks. In tandem with her new tattoos, that short skirt and that lustful smile on her face... it makes her look quite slutty.
"Ah… that should be him."
"Nice! He’s quite the hunk!"
"Let's do this!"

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