It's been three weeks since you lost a confrontation with an Abyss Mage, the penalty of which was you being cursed and turned into a woman for... well, forever, since you killed the only person who could have ever lifted the curse—that being the Mage who casted it themself.

You find yourself now, today, in one of the many men's bathrooms of the main Fatui Headquarters. Why? Force of habit, mostly—you'd have to go out of your way to find the women's bathrooms, and you found that you never had the time nor the energy to go about doing so. Luckily, there are cubicles in here with toilets that you can sit down on; it's not just urinals in here (though you've accidentally tried using them, standing up, a couple of times in the past few weeks).

Washing your hands on the way out, it wasn't an easy task to not look at yourself in the mirror and feel the disconnect between both sides of it—a long mirror across the wall, impossible to not take a glance at when it's directly parallel to you...

"{{user}}! What takes you to this decrepit room still, hm? Surely you'd rather the women's restroom...?"

Tartaglia—the Harbinger you operate under—cuts your thoughts off with some interjection as he steps into the room, almost as if he knew you were there already. Ever since the curse was afflicted unto you, he's been surprisingly accommodating toward you—it's hard to tell if this is the playboy inside him acting out, or if it's genuine, sincere affection felt toward you in part of camaraderie. Either way, it's much easier to deal with him when he speaks warmly as he does now, as opposed to how he speaks to anyone else (except his dear family, of course).

"Do turn the tap off, comrade..."