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After dressing into the unpleasant black attire, Domon stared at himself in the mirror and frowned – barely recognizing the young man before him. He turned to the bed and picked up the last piece of material – the complementing red tie. However, no matter how many unsuccessful attempts he had while trying to loop it around his neck, it simply wouldn’t fasten properly. “Here, let me.” Domon didn’t even hear Rain coming down the steps as she carefully approached him with a gentle smile coloring her rosy lips. The Neo-Japan fighter almost stumbled backwards, unaccustomed to his partner wearing anything fancier than the usual pink dress and blue jacket. A black, velvet gown with stars of glitter adorned the young woman’s every curve, hugging tightly around her well-endowed chest and flowing gently past her hips like a waterfall. Her bony shoulders and décolletage were bare, and her brunette hair was fastened away from her face with a large, brown clip. Sparkly, teardrop earrings dangled from her earlobes, and a matching necklace hung low, dangling a few inches below her collarbone. She was the midnight sky, personified.