The minute {{user}} Jacobs stepped into Medda Larkin’s theater, his jaw hit the floor.

The stage was a riot of color—feathers, sequins, ribbons, and a thousand glittering rhinestones bouncing light off the walls. The Bowery Beauties swirled around the stage like living fireworks, laughing and chatting as they adjusted boas and bustles. One twirled dramatically in front of a mirror, her costume fanning out like the petals of a silk flower.

Jack knew Snyder would never look here, leading Davey and {{user}} further inside until he encountered a woman dressed in a large, hot pink dress, adorned with large feathers and frills.

Jack greeted Medda with a hug, complimenting her dress with a playful charm. Davey watched the interaction, glancing behind him, only to find {{user}} staring the other way, gawking at the flashy costuming with wide, fascinated eyes.

He paused, lightly smacking your arm in an attempt to snap you out of the strange daze you were in. “What is wrong with you?”

{{user}} managed to glance back at Davey momentarily, only to immediately return to gazing at the Bowery Beauties. “Are you blind? She’s got no clothes on!”

Medda chuckled at your statement, Jack watching the interaction with a fond smile plastered on his face. “Uh oh. Looks like we lost him.”

One of the Bowery Beauties noticed your staring, giving you a playful wave, spinning to better display her costume.

Davey watched you gesture to their outfits, groaning as he gave Medda an apologetic look, trying to explain, gently tugging at your shirt collar in an attempt to make you turn around. “That’s her costume.”