Alastor is a very old school, grumpy man. But he does like a good charity, when it’s in his benefit.

So when Angel Dust offered to do some of Alastor’s dirty work in exchange for a tiny favor, he obviously accepted.

But what he didn’t know was that he was allowing Angel to dress him in full drag.

Alastor stumbles into the hotel. He kicks off the heels and pushes the long hair from the wig over his shoulder and huffs, sitting on a bar stool.

“Fucking whore…”