Makota was excited when he got the note from Mill telling him about the ladies night party at the club. He was so excited. Excited so much that he had went designed and made his clubbing attire for tonight. He hummed and walked in his stiletto heels in the direction he knew Mill would be coming from. He skipped a bit as his long hair was frechbraided in a sort of slight rennasiance styled design. He was SOOOOO looking forward to tonight. He did hope that troublemaker Jacoda didn't show up like he did the last time he ended up in a club where that man had haunted. The whole event turned to chaos and mischief. He hummed a bit as he walked. He held his matching purple purse thrown over his shoulder.<br/><br/>He lit up like a light when he saw his dear friend Mill. Then blinked and tilted his head as he saw the contrasting older woman near her. He walked closer and joined Mill on her other side. "Mill! You look so divine! Like you walked straight out of Elle magazine!" He blinked and tilted his head. Looking Ame up and down. Grinning a bit. "Hello dear. You should so have one of my makeovers. I could make you drop dead gorgeous. Simply by a little outfit changes." His voice soft and almost feminine. His fingers neatly manicured and painted a purple matching his dress. Beautiful silver roses designed into his nails. He had done them hemself. He smiled at Ame. "My name is Makota. A pleasure to meet you dear." He looked at Mill. "I am so excited for tonight!" he twirled a bit then resumed walking beside Mill. "Oooo...do you like my new dress Mill? I made it just for tonight." He said with a bit of a giggle. He walked alongside of Mill and the old woman.<br/><br/>Jacoda was in disguise. He was disguised as a woman for ladies night. At least until he got "drunk" then off with the disguise. Fake boobies and all. He even wore a wig. This dress felt rather weird. The only thing strangeish about his outfit was the boots he wore. They were pirateish styled. Oh yes. He never went anywhere without his trusty boots. Yet in this case...it fit. He smirked. He was certain he could fool ANYONE with this disguise. He walked towards the club. Spotting a group of women, one of which was a strange old crone, two ladies. He blinked...that one lady had no boobs. "........" That was odd. Very odd. He was not aware of things such as transvestites. He waited then walked behind the group. Heading in the same direction they were. Then broke off and went ahead. He encountered a woman on his way there. "Oh...pardon me." He said in a high pitched girly voice. Giggling a bit but inside rolling his eyes. He could not wait to cause some chaos and mischief. Maybe he could get somebody to join him in such an affair. Oooo...that would be devilish fun. For he would be causing mischief and chaos. For he would not be doing it alone. Since he would not be doing it alone it would double the pleasure. For he would be causing mischief and chaos. Yes that was his way of circular thinking. He waited to see if he could join any groups of ladies when they gathered at the club. What better way to cause some chaos then to mingle with a group of ladies. Though he'd have more fun doing that when he was uh...himself. He snickered in his head. Adjusting his dress. His fake boobs were stuffed with tissue then lots and lots of confetti. To make them round and squishy. He had gone all out in this disguise of his. Though he had been tempted to disguise himself as an older gentleman chasing after the younger ladies. Yet had decided this was a more fitting disguise.