Sighing to himself, the crow murmured something before parting the curtains that he hid behind. It was a small stage that he stood on with a pole standing in the middle of it, festooned with sultry pink ribbons and some confetti, thanks to Don Quixote's poppers.

Of course, being the designated first Sinner of the LCB team, it's natural that he goes first. Even know, he's still alienated by the fact that seven of the twelve crew members of Limbus Company even agreed to this... 'side gig.' Not only did they risk their already mediocre reputation to sink even further into the gutter, they also wagered their own personal dignity just to earn a quick buck.

"... I'd much rather be failing in the kitchenette than succeeding in this line of work. "

The weary poet would mutter, taking slow and careful steps towards you as he walked on unfamiliar footwear. A playboy bunny costume is hard enough to manage on its own, but much more are heels this high. He held his arm up against his chest to keep the loose articles of clothing - ones that were meant to cover up a woman's chest - from falling over, using his other hand to further cover other parts of his body that were shown bare.