She inspected the clothes for tear and hung them on the curtain that went over the window. Giving herself a few seconds to decide, she came up on a blank.

  She now realized that this was their first date outside private quarters and she was beyond excited for it. So much so that she couldn't even decide what was appropriate.

  She powered up her laptop and did what she had come to do best. She switched on the self-facing camera. "Hey guys, sorry for the poor video quality, but I am in an emergency. Now… don't be worried. I am just in desperate need of your advice." She put on a nervous look that was partially fake. It was an emergency and she had no time to edit, damnit!

  "I will start out with a confession. Yes, I am here at the championship and going to put up some quality content for you. I swear." She waved her hand, dismissing the topic. "But here's the thing. I am in a relationship with someone." She didn't specify if it was a guy or a girl, or that it had been a long time since they met. They didn't need to know all that.

  She broke out into a giggle. This was too dramatic for her. This was the first time she was talking about Cage on her channel and well, she could only keep on an air of mystery.

  "God, that was dramatic. Apologies, but I have to go out on a date in the next three hours and I have to get ready before that." She glanced at the c.o.c.k and yelped in alarm. Crap. She really hadn't considered taking more time for him. "Okay, I need to take a shower, do some proper skincare before this. In the meantime, you decide which dress I pick."

  She moved away from the camera, bringing in her clothes one by one and explaining it to the audience.

  "This one is cute and classic. It's a little baggy, but dare I say it is suitable for a first date, and second. This black one. Shows a little cleavage and hugs the body tightly. A little provocative." She looked directly at the camera. "What do you think I should do?"

  "Vote via the comments and I will take a shower. My life depends on this!"

  She quickly uploaded the video, thanking the god-level wifi of the hotel. She couldn't wait to see the results. She washed her body thoroughly and gave her legs and private bits a quick shave before hopping out.

  When she came out, wrapped in a towel, her phone was going crazy. She knew her followers had quite a bit to say about her going out on a date, so she focused on the comments talking about which dress would be appropriate.

  She took the moment to go live on Instagram. "Hey guys. I am almost n.a.k.e.d and back with the results. I know this may turn into a scandal or many of you will screen record and keep this in your private collections, but… give me a minute. I consent to your decision. The first one is better for this occasion. It is elegant and doesn't imply that I want a good stroking from the guy. But I see some of you saying that it might be more provocative… like, do you really think that keeping everything hidden will provoke him?" Oh, no point in sounding so comfortable. They might figure out something, she decided.

  "Thank you for your help. I will archive this for your benefit," she chuckled. "Now, I'll go get ready for the date."

  She grabbed the dress- a simple cut white dress, and hurried back into the bathroom to change. Thirty minutes later, she was dressed and had put on a little makeup so that no one would catch her looking bad beside Cage.

  Now, that was another one of her concerns. What if someone saw them out and about? It was championship season, people here were obsessed with celebrities and could do just about anything for them. She was sure that Cage would come up with something; he wasn't thoughtless.

  She spun around, checking herself out as best as she could. It couldn't compare to when Lily dressed her up, but she didn't look bad. And she knew Cage would think she looked good in anything she wore.

  Her phone rang in the telltale ringtone she had set for Cage. Her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She wiped her palm on the dress and looked at herself at the mirror. "You talk to millions of people all day long, and you know Cage inside out. Why are you getting so jittery?"

  Holding her head high, she made her way to the lobby. He was standing near the front gate, leaning against a car. His arms were crossed over his chest and his head was tilted down. His usually tousled hair was neatly combed and when he looked up, Katherine faltered.

  He looked amazing, but nothing like himself. He looked amazing, but somewhat unlike himself. How he had transformed himself so quickly and efficiently was beyond her. She began to question why he hadn't done the same when he attended the championship. Strange.

  She could only hope that he didn't see her falter. At least he didn't seem to have noticed. His eyes swept over her body and he smirked, running his finger over his lips and pushing himself off the car.

  It seemed that he appreciated the dress, she sighed in relief. Moreover, what was that gesture with his finger? Did he want her to combust?

  "If you came down any later, they would have called the cops on me," he said playfully.

  "Now, we wouldn't want you in handcuffs this soon into the night, now would we?" she smirked, giving him a wink and hoping that it had the same effect as his actions usually had on her.

  "Ah, of course. Now, let's get out of their hair, shall we? Wouldn't want the hotel people to bust us."