HA☆NA☆SE!
Riki was furious. You Sakura girl, don't push your luck. Selling my brainpower before was one thing, but now you want me to sell my body too?
"Please, this is really important to me!" the Drama Club President pleaded sincerely.
"If I perform, and your principal sees me, won't she sink me straight into Tokyo Bay?"
"She won't, she won't! The principal loves drama. She'll definitely recognize how good this story is. Besides, as long as we tell her beforehand that you're an actor we've invited, it'll be fine."
Seeing that Riki was still hesitating, the Drama Club President steeled herself and pulled out a stack of vouchers. "I secretly got these meal vouchers from the other club presidents and ministers. You can eat and drink whatever you want at today's cultural festival."
Damn, they're even engaging in bribery.
Are there really so many talented people at little Tsukinomori?
Riki had no resistance to getting things for free. After sighing, he finally agreed.
"But haven't you failed to solve the costume problem?" Riki asked, puzzled.
"It's fine. I made two costumes before. I took the fabric from the failed one and sewed it onto the damaged costume. Then, once you put on the cloak, it'll cover the ugly parts. Of course, if you weren't so tall, we couldn't just hide the bad parts and show off the good ones," the Drama Club President explained.
Riki was considered tall even among boys, let alone standing with a group of high-school Sakura girls. Here, he towered over them like freaking Mount Everest.
More importantly, he was handsome.
After putting on the exquisite, luxurious prince costume made by the Drama Club President, he really looked like a handsome Prince Charming.
Huh?
Only a white horse?
Is this racial discrimination?
When Riki came