Chapter 8“How do I look?” Tsung asked. He, Emiyo, and Isas were dressed to participate in a charity fund raiser.
“You look fantastic,” Emiyo said, squeezing one of Tsung’s butt cheeks through his costume. “You’re going to have those guys emptying out their wallets just to spend an evening in your company.”
Chowa was hosting a drag show and auction to raise money for one of the local merchants who was suffering from cancer. The guy ran a convenience store across the street, and he had a wife and two children to support. They never asked for help, but Chowa and other merchants decided to do this on their own. It was the end of the summer, but the height of tourist season. Since the borders opened again, after being closed for the Covid-19 shutdown, guests were showing up by the bus loads.
