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Ilana strutted back to the backstage, a triumphant smirk on her face. Her intentional wardrobe malfunction had certainly made an impact.

The front-row audience members were spellbound, some even succumbing to nosebleeds from the shock.

"Jonathan, that was a stroke of genius. I'm going to ramp it up for the mall appearance—wear something even bolder, show off a little more skin."

"Ms. Ilana