He chanced another glance at Bandi who was in the midst of reaching down for something in their boot. Without meaning to, Halladr’s eyes followed down the length of their leg and heat rushed to his cheeks. He watched, transfixed as their slender fingers pulled out some sort of long cigarette holder, rolled a cigarette into it, then placed it between glossy full lips—were they wearing lipstick?

“Yer starin’ mate,” Bandi said plainly, and Halladr looked away with a face that felt like it was on fire.

This was by far the worst outfit yet! Worse than the time they showed up dressed as a clown, or a lionguard, some sort of mascot shaped like a quaggan, a doctor, a janitor, a lost “noble” complete with tragic backstory, a prisoner (which maybe wasn’t actually a costume, Halladr wasn’t sure), a farmer, a butler—the list went on!

That wasn’t even counting the more… inappropriate attire Bandi had shown up in: sexy doctor, sexy “noblewoman” but this time with a happier backstory, sexy quaggan? (HOW?), somehow sexier doctor, sexy prisoner (again not sure that one was a costume—the handcuffs looked very real), sexy journalist, sexy scientist, sexy witch (okay that one maybe gets a pass, it was Halloween), another somehow even sexier doctor, and a sexy maid!

And now they were in this: a sexy showgirl or something? An outrageously revealing dress at the very least. It was maddening! Why were they dressed like that? Why

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