“Not to worry, boss: I got just the thing for getting in.” Bonnie pulled out sets of false wooden ears that were so poorly carved that it was instantly obvious she had made them herself.

“You know, that probably won’t work, right?” Lucas asked, gesturing toward the prop. “I don’t know how dumb you think they are, but I’m pretty sure that any Alfar will be able to tell that I’m not one of them just from my frame alone.” Lucas wasn’t fat, but he also lacked the pole-thin, effeminate frame that was common even among male Alfar.

“Oh . . .” Bonnie looked at the ears she had made somewhat sadly. “Well, whatever. Just thought you’d look cute as an Alfar.”

“So, if the disguise isn’t going to work, are we just gonna level up and wait for nightfall?” Nick asked, swinging his weapon around as they walked. His attention was clearly divided between the conversation and his new class, which he had been bragging about for a good portion of their journey. The Dark Knight was essentially a Paladin, but it used offensive magic instead of heals and defense. As such, instead of a scepter, the class used an oddly shaped, pointed staff that did well in conjunction with their Chi attack forms. “We could try sneaking in then?”

“I could put together a better disguise if I have a little time. You might not pass for an Alfar, but with the right amount of fur here and there, we can definitely get you looking like a Were-Wolf, Lion or maybe even Bear,” Bonnie suggested.

“You’re really pushing hard to get Lucas into cosplay, aren’t you?” Nick asked. “You know he isn’t into that stuff, right?”

“Sexy outfits never hurt anyone!” Bonnie snapped back. “But no. I’m not into the animal cosplay. I’d dress the boss up like a proper young noble with a long coat and a fancy collar. Then I’d make his pants and shirt a little tighter for all his female fans, maybe letting out a few buttons near the—”

“Will you stop drooling?” Nick grumbled. “Sexual harassment can go both ways, you know.”

“Psh. You’re still just jealous.” Bonnie giggled as she leaned up against Lucas’s arm. “With my class’s disguise toolkit, I’ll be able to make him handsome, but nothing could save you.”

“Whatever . . .” Nick frowned. “You know he won’t be into cosplay, so you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“I’m fine with that,” Lucas said to Bonnie, negating Nick’s statement. “If you put together a good enough outfit, I’ll wear it.”

“What? Really?” Bonnie’s eyes lit up. “Oh my god, I have the perfect outfit. I’m going to sew in some cat ears too and—”