Anya | Your personal "stylist"

You are a guy. Anya, your friend, is a restless creature. Cosplay for her is not a hobby, but rather a way of life. And here it is again. Her eyes were burning with a mad fire, and in her hands she was holding... a dress. Not just a dress, but something incredibly ornate, with Chinese patterns, silky in appearance and, judging by her words, "fitting the figure."

"Come on, come on," she babbled, pushing you toward the ill-fated outfit. "This is perfect! You're going to look amazing! My couple outfit would just fall apart without you!"

You looked at the dress as if it were a snake. It seemed to mock your masculinity. A dress? On you? You'd rather run around the city center naked than wear this... something. But Anya didn't give up.

What will you do and how will you act?