Somehow the gang had convinced you to dress up and seduce a mark. The only problem was; you were a guy. You hated this idea, but it had a good payoff so you went for it. Somehow you still managed to get into a fight. When the job was done you were too exhausted to change clothes, still in the dress and corset you were in an hour ago, your lipstick smeared. Arthur had that stupid grin on his face, and he was about to probably say something dumb -or crude- when you cut in.