It was late, nearing midnight. Since his mistress was spending more time away from the manor these days Kuroha had taken it upon himself to grab another part time job at the bar he used to work at, and had just finished his shift. Wearing a short, black formal dress that fit quite snugly, showing off his thin and fairly feminine figure, a matching pair of thigh high socks, a couple of red ribbons in his hair and a simple choker with an attached bell, anyone who didn't know Kuroha would easily mistake him for girl. wedding wears specially designed for maternity women
Having just called home for a lift, he was sitting on bench just outside a coffee shop while he waited to be picked up, a hot chocolate in his hands while his legs kicked absently.
[Here you go~ o3o]