Knock on the door.

Dago approached the bathroom door and rapped hard on the wood. There was some sudden shuffling and what sounded like things being thrown in a bag.

“Just a moment, I’m sorry!” came a surprisingly feminine voice from the other side.

It wasn’t a voice that Dago recognized. He frowned, that meant Yasuo wasn’t on the other side of that door. He wondered where in the hell he could be and was mildly annoyed that he was shirking his duties. The door opened and a lovely girl with long black hair and dark blue eyes stepped out. She held a small makeup bag in her delicately lace gloved hands. She blinked up at Dago with some nervous anticipation.

She smoothed out her pink bell shaped skirt when Dago didn’t react. She nervously smiled at him and moved over to put her makeup bag in a delicate bag Dago hadn’t noticed on the table.

Dago wasn’t sure what to say. This girl was obviously Yasuo dressed up in some pretty things. He made a convincing and very attractive girl, but Dago wasn’t sure if he wanted to be confused for a girl or thought Dago would out him immediately.