The gay craved to meet a man who would accept whoever he was. His body physically looked like a star which was addicted to by the three men who were aggressively longing to marry him. Each of them was fortunately meeting the gay, however the ladyboy complicated his life," who will I choose them?"

His image literally considered a star where the three men were waiting until the ladyboy would hit their hands. Alongside the ladyboy," baby, look at me, I will marry you." On the right side," I will buy your soul," then on the left side," I will let you live my heart wherever I go."

His image would be a logically broken mirror to his friend who had sincerely loved the men, not only her but also his enemy who wished to be married by the flawless men. Instead of enjoying his life, he nervously trolled on the ground, especially when the thunder might bonk to her eyebrow.

Who will be the perfect match to the ladyboy?