Angelica scrutinized the Jask and the Fake Sike in front of her:
"At a glance, or to the unfamiliar, you could indeed be mistaken for each other, but a closer look reveals plenty of flaws... Your stand-in here might pass for you in long shots or blurry photos, but up close and at rest, it's quite easy to see through the disguise."
"Exactly."
Jask spread his hands:
"That's why I need you, Hollywood's Chameleon Witch~ Please make this stand-in's makeup disguise look more like me... You don't need to be modest, I believe in your skills, especially since you genuinely fooled me when you were pretending to be my female secretary."
"Your tools, those two huge suitcases, I had my secretary bring them over from your house, it's getting late... Let's begin, Angelica."
Hmph.
Angelica snorted softly.
She turned her head away.
She took a cigarette case out of her pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and dangled it from her lips, lighting it with a lighter from another pocket: