Ginnan actually got goosebumps at a glance. Just a glance. Renji didn't say anything until they stopped at a mini stand that was no less sparkly.
This time it's not fashion items, but make up & hair do. "What?!" Ginnan glared at the stand in horror. Moreover, the decorations are striking and some of the make-up artists are sissy. Cross out. Precisely maybe transgender. The busty woman wriggled inside, filing her nail polish. Every now and then she glanced around, keeping an eye on the customers being worked on by several employees who were as lithe like her.
"You want me to wear make up too?!" Ginnan snapped. "Why don't you go out on a date with a woman?"
"You have a scar on your lip."
Ginnan's chest sank for a moment. "Yes I know."
["Whose fault is this anyway."] Ginnan's mind
"Go inside and put on Vaseline," Renji said. "You don't wear scarves anymore. Confident that my kissmark is seen by anyone?"
Of course not!