Jaws dropped all around the Honky Tonk. Long legs in sheer stockings stretched up from white high heels to a matching miniskirt. White gloves, matching the rest of the uniform, held a syringe. Smirking lips were as red as the cross on the front of the little hat, perched on top of...

     ...Brown, spiky hair?

     "Ban-san...?" Natsumi gasped. Paul slid down behind the counter, weak from a sudden nosebleed.

     "Yep, that's me."

     "You seem..." Hevn looked him over, one eyebrow raised. "...Surprisingly comfortable with this costume."

     Ban grinned. "It gave me an excuse to put Ginji in a hospital gown."