A small stand advertising a Risette concert would provide...a little cover...

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Yusuke supposed Ann's hesitance was legitimate. He didn't relate, but he just assumed it was a female thing. Modesty made things so difficult.

He made a display of a theatrical sigh, then motioned to a nearby banner.

"Will that do?"

Ann stared blankly at the advertisement. Another Risette concert... and the banner was nearly six feet tall, more than enough to cover for her.

Her gaze went back to Yusuke, as she twitched involuntarily. "Uh... I was thinking more along the lines of a bathr-"

"Trust me, you don't want to use the ones here." Yusuke was quick to reply, as if he'd been expecting the complaint. "They're in even worse shape than the station. Take it or leave it, unless you want to hide behind a corner, I suppose."

Ann frowned as she idly toyed with the zipper that was still sitting midway down the length of her hoodie. So much for that brilliant idea.

She was stuck between a proverbial rock and a hard place, and so she headed to-