Lucio hurried up into his dorm with his things to prepare himself for their impending evening together. As promised, he was ready and on his way to Ansel’s house within an hour. He’d made it a point to practice with makeup whenever he could get his hands on it, having found that he rather enjoyed the process of painting his face up in intricate ways even if it was a tad bit embarrassing for him to wear it out into public spaces. He’d grown rather skilled at the innocent pastime over the years, and he was fairly efficient in the decorating of his soft skin. He opted for a more<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F09%2F11%2Fb1%2F0911b1bcd7aab76d4c92ff1500d32c26--dramatic-eyeshadow-dramatic-smokey-eye.jpg&amp;hash=09d12e12a2a1b656db915452e18fc15c" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/09/11/b1/0911b1bcd7aab76d4c92ff1500d32c26--dramatic-eyeshadow-dramatic-smokey-eye.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">dramatic look</span></a>, and to counter it and the elegant<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fs-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com%2F736x%2Ff0%2Fd9%2F8d%2Ff0d98d7b9fe9f5f41dd556963b7ff7ff.jpg&amp;hash=3bbc262298c0a949a1271df8d6930bcf" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/f0/d9/8d/f0d98d7b9fe9f5f41dd556963b7ff7ff.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">black set of lingerie</span></a>that he chose he slipped on an<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.polyvore.com%2Fcgi%2Fimg-thing%3F.out%3Djpg%26size%3Dl%26tid%3D85353259&amp;hash=f8c952bb3c133d3451658fefbc56d438" href="https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=85353259" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ccff">oversized black t-shirt</span></a>that could be played off as a dress. To complete the simple, yet oddly elegant look he popped on his pair of glossy black pumps, smirking to himself as he spun about, gazing at himself thoughtfully in the mirror. He had to admit, he made a smashing woman, and he hoped that Ansel would feel likewise.<br/><br/>He ruffled his long hair, allowing it to remain loose as he found it framed his face nicely, and he grabbed a hold of his keys and strode confidently from the building. There weren’t many kids around, but the ones that were present did double takes when they saw him. Nobody recognized the English beauty, however, and he wasn’t complaining; Lucio had no desire for people to question him about his hobbies, and he definitely didn’t wish for his trek to Ansel’s apartment to be delayed by prying eyes and mouths.<br/><br/>The drive to Ansel’s apartment complex seemed to stretch on for an ungodly amount of time, but in truth it was only about a ten-minute trek, per the usual. Despite this, by the time Lucio arrived and pulled into the guest parking in the garage, he found the need to jog up to the elevator before punching in the floor he knew Ansel to live on. He ended up in the elevator with a lovely old woman, and he smiled warmly at her as he noticed her staring at him rather intently. He wondered briefly as they wandered out of the little box on the same floor, how many other men and women she’d seen slipping into Ansel’s apartment in the evening hours. He chose not to dwell on the thought, though. Ansel was his now, and certainly that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>Lucio stepped up to the already familiar doorway, the old woman shuffling past him to her own apartment as the Englishman rapped lightly on the door, his lower lips parting as he awaited Ansel’s welcome eagerly. A seductive smirk erupted on his beautiful features as the door swung open, but he was greeted with smooth, dark skin and the harsh clicking sound of high heels other than his own hitting the wooden floors. Lucio’s eyes ran over Petra scrutinizingly as she stood there in the doorway, staring him down, and then he allowed his gaze to fade past her and focus in on the man who was settled lightly on the edge of the couch, donning nothing but a robe. Lucio narrowed his heavily painted eyes as he shifted his gaze back onto Petra, placing a hand on his hip as he met her eyes. He didn’t even think to disguise his voice in that moment, though he knew well enough that he had a very distinctively silken tone, and luxurious accent.<br/><br/>“Well, you’re certainly not who I expected to be greeting me.” Despite the very overtly feminine look Lucio sported at that time (he did look like a bonafide woman), the voice that dripped from his lips, while pleasant, light, and sensual, was unmistakably that of a man. Lucio pursed his lips as he stepped back slightly, glaring up pointedly at Petra as she continued to stand in the threshold and deny him entry into his beloved’s apartment.