Akira stopped working on his firecrackers and looked up from his book for a moment. Apperantly the smell didn't bother him, if it did, he didn't show it one bit.

"Hey Yuki, how do you feel about wearing something scandalous in front of a crowd? I need a wingman for a....small project. I'll give you something nice if you agree."

If someone would agree to public exposure of this magnitude who would be a more suitable candidate?

"Promise it's worth it. You in?"