Luna hesitantly closed the fitting room door.
A moment passed.
The door opened a crack.
From inside, Luna handed out the piece of lingerie, saying in a barely audible voice, "This one's too small."
Too small?
How is that possible?
When Luna was wearing a tank top earlier, Dirk Carter had glanced at her.
The size was at most a B cup.
If she says it's too small.
Dirk Carter handed in another C cup.
This time it should fit, right?
Unexpectedly, after a while.
Luna handed out the lingerie again, saying it was still too small.
Still too small? It's got to be a joke.
Dirk Carter, helpless, could only switch to a D cup and handed it in.
A moment later, the door was pushed open a crack again.
"No way? Still small?"
Dirk Carter asked.
Luna's coy voice said, "It's not small, I'm just... not sure how to put it on."
Are there really women who don't know how to wear lingerie?
That's quite off the charts.
"Then wait a moment, I'll get a sales assistant to help you."
