The first two outfits and makeup were easy to handle. Emily had been styling Lucas for some time and was familiar with his image and temperament. She quickly completed her work. The black punk outfit showcased his wild side, while the shirt and jeans highlighted his gentleness. Under Emily’s skillful touch, these two contrasting vibes harmonized perfectly on Lucas without a hint of discord. Amanda and the intern makeup artist nodded in approval. The new intern was a young guy, unlike the young girl from before. He wasn’t very tall but seemed quite sharp. Amanda said, "Lucas has some PTSD now. He’s replaced his staff with men." Emily chuckled, "It's actually more convenient for work this way. Like for me, I have to avoid him when he changes clothes, and it's sometimes inconvenient to help him adjust his outfit." Amanda teased, "You're just worried your fiancé will be upset, right?" Before Emily could respond, Lucas pulled back the dressing room curtain and stuck his head out, looking distressed. "Amanda, I can't fit into this outfit." "The pink one?" "Yeah," Lucas looked extremely upset. "This must be women's clothing. How am I supposed to squeeze into it..." Amanda waved him over, "Put it on and walk around a bit so Emily can see how to adjust it." Lucas was reluctant, clutching the dressing room door and refusing to come out. Amanda put on a stern face, "Emily is here now and can help you figure it out. Once she leaves, you'll have to wear it as is on stage tomorrow!" Hearing this, Lucas reluctantly shuffled out. Emily felt like she was looking at a lump of pink clay. The outfit was too small; Lucas's long arms and legs were crammed into it. He looked like he had been squished into a tight, silly shape. What was more embarrassing was that the crotch area was so tight that the outline of his d.ick was very noticeable...Emily quickly turned her back. Amanda tutted and teased, "Your future girlfriend is lucky." "Shut up," Lucas's face turned bright red. "I'd rather take a knife than wear this on stage." "Oh, come on, it looks very innovative. Your fans have never seen you like this." Lucas had had enough. "My mom hasn't seen me like this! Amanda, please, can you talk to the boss? Why do I always suffer because of his relationship with Olivia..." Amanda couldn't help but laugh at his disgruntled expression, "Alright, since you searched for me all night in Berlin, I'll see what I can do. But no guarantees." "Wait—" Emily suddenly spoke up, stopping Amanda, who was heading to Allen Parker's office. Amanda turned back, "Emily, do you have an idea?" Emily pressed her lips together, "I have a thought. Why not give it a try first?" Lucas was desperate, "Emily, I know you're good, but this isn't the time to get involved. This outfit is pinker than Barbie and so tight. Even if you're a magician, you can't turn it into men's clothing." "Well, it's not impossible..." Emily asked Lucas to go back to the fitting room and take off the outfit. Then she picked up scissors and thread and started modifying it. Before long, she finished, snipping the thread with the scissors. "Okay, try it now." Lucas took the modified outfit and examined it. "What is this?" The outfit no longer looked like pants or a shirt. It was hard to tell what it was. Emily took it from him and held it up differently, showing him, "You need to wear it the other way around." Lucas was stunned, "You want me to put the pant legs on my arms?" "Yes," Emily nodded, "Give it a try first. We can figure it out if it doesn’t work." Lucas looked at Amanda, who nodded at him to get on with it.Lucas sighed and went back into the dressing room. Five minutes later, Lucas emerged. The pink bodysuit had turned into a slightly loose... T-shirt? To be precise, it was more like a stylish top with a unique design. The sleeves were bunched up, the neckline was a deep V, and the hem had been cut into fine fringes. Although the color was still bright, the outfit looked much more fashionable and far less like a tight gymnast's suit, something Lucas could accept. Amanda nodded appreciatively, "This looks much better. What do you think, Lucas?" Lucas, with a resigned expression, said, "If it looks like this, I can convince myself to wear it." "Great," Amanda clapped, "Let's get started on the makeup!" Emily worked quickly, finishing the makeup and styling within an hour. Then it was time for Lucas to rehearse with the dancers. While they performed on stage, with the dance and vocal coaches adjusting their positions, Emily sat in the audience watching. Initially, she planned to leave, but worried Lucas might need a touch-up, so she stayed. Amanda had other things to attend to. After reminding Emily to take care of herself, she was called away, leaving Emily alone and increasingly bored. Beep beep beep— Her phone chimed. [Bored? —Satan] Emily's heart skipped a beat. [A bit.] She replied. [Come to the company entrance.] Emily stood up instinctively. Had he already arrived? He was supposed to pick her up after work, but it was only a bit past three, still a long time until then. Emily said goodbye to Lucas and took the elevator down. However, she didn’t see Mr. Satan's car when she reached the door.Why had he asked her to come to the entrance if he wasn’t here? Suddenly, a bright light shone into her eyes, causing her to reflexively shield them with her hand. Roar— The loud rumbling of machinery rushed towards her face.