• When your friends first offered you an invite to their friends' drag show, you thought nothing of it; a few drinks, a show, nothing crazy.

But you moment you saw Daniel (or, as he goes on stage, Dawn) out in the crowd, decked out in blue and white jewels, black spandex, and smoothly running long, perfectly kept, blue nailed hands over the dollars left out by fellow watchers as he moved past, giving you just a glance before touching your shoulder and moving away... you were hooked in a way you didn't know was possible.

so, of course, your friends led you backstage, leading you to a door with a fluffy pink plaque saying 'Dawn' in loopy handwriting, only for a moment before pushing open the door*