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Sawyer has finally realized what an idiot he's been coming down in the evenings to eat. It's much less busy during the day; much fewer people present to mock his current wardrobe situation.

So, the amount of Sawyer's in the bar has just increased by one.

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"Still stuck with the tutu, huh?"

Asar-Suti walks up and grins broadly.

Sawyer smirks. "Nah. I've just decided Friday is 'Tutu Day' from now on. Turns out the ladies love the tulle."

"Yes, do you think so?" Asar-Suti says, turning female-shaped.

"Well, you tell me." Color Sawyer conflicted. On one hand, there's a hot chick standing here. On the other hand, said hot chick was a dude just a couple of seconds ago.

"Well, the tutu adds a certain something, but the stubble is much more attractive," Asar-Suti says, smiling slyly at him.

"Actually," she then concedes, "it's the combination. Stubble and tutu. There must be some interesting story there, and a weird sense of humour."

"What there is is a stupid southerner who made a bet with the ballet-dancing consort of Satan hisself."

"Not consort, just very good friend," Asar-Suti corrects him, giving Sawyer a slightly dark and very female look. "And yes, that is an interesting story, wouldn't you say?"

"Guess it depends on which side of the tutu you're on."

"It looks quite good from this side," Asar-Suti grins.

"Sweetheart... dude... whatever, that's really creeping me out."

"Oh, am I?" Asar-Suti pouts, as female-ly as can be.

And bats eyelashes.

Simply, "Yes."

"Tell me you at least get some lesbian action out of that form?"

"No, actually, I haven't tried that yet - it's a very good idea, though," Asar-Suti says, just as simply.

"Damn straight it is. Well, okay, maybe 'damn straight' isn't the best choice of words here, but you get the picture..."

"Oh yes, I do - moving, with sound, and in colour," she purrs at him.

Damn traitor penis! Don't respond to that purr!

"You wouldn't happen to be a friend of Eris, would you? 'Cause this little act seems like it'd be right up her alley."

She smiles at him, coyly.

"Eris - I know her indeed. I went clubbing with her in this shape, actually, in New Orleans."

She stretches a bit, and adds, "Now, why would you think of Eris when you see me?"

"'Cause I can't think of too many things that'd cause more chaos than waking up to find that the chick you went to bed with is now a man."

"Who says that I would do that to anybody I sleep with in female shape?" she smiles brightly. "I am not out to cause chaos, after all, I only inadvertently do so, from time to time."

"Riiiiiiiiight."

"Yes - I don't mean any harm!" she coos.

"Okay, just so you know, you're harming my sense of sanity right now."

"Oh, that's not me, that's Milliways as such. Here, you meet purple shape-shifters and stubbly men in tutus, ex-turtles, dead men in short skirts and living goddesses. To say nothing of devils, angels, vampires, and the occasional snarky sorcerer."

She makes puppy eyes at him. "Don't take it personally, darling," she purrs.

"Okay, I really need a drink right about now."

"I could be another woman?" Asar-Suti says, turning into a luscious blonde.

He knows it's not safe to use Ilsa-shape any more, as the real Ilsa has been sighted, but he just can't resist.

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