A small jar

David blinked at the jar on the sink's counter. It was a mostly-full jar of black face paint.

He looked back at Fatima and she was already up and close to him. She reached past him, one of her nipples grazing the side of his bare arm. She grabbed the jar and looked at it. She bent down and reached under the sink, pulled out some makeup sponges, dipped one in the paint and traced a smooth line of solid black down the middle of her chest. She looked up at David with hope in her eyes.

"Fatima, you can't possibly-"

"You got a better idea?"

"Well... no, but painting on a costume? Really!?"

"It's all we got, Dave! I paint myself a costume, we leave the bathroom, find Laylah, and get the hell outta here before anyone realizes I'm... y'know..." she said, briefly gesturing down with her eyes to her naked body, then back up to David.

"...okay! fine!" David said, no better ideas coming to him.

"Okay, well... help me out." Fatima said, shoving some makeup sponges in his hands.