Here, it's like this... Yugi worked the lock again, slowly this time, allowing Yami to see in case they stopped by here again, and then opened the door...

To see a group of preteens hurriedly turn away from gawking at the door and snicker behind their hands before hurrying away. Yugi seemed confused at first... but gasped in realization, then covered his face and let out a groan. It wasn't like two people in the same dressing room always had to mean... something else.

But before Yami could ask, Yugi worked his way towards the cash registers. The last thing he wanted was to explain how the young mind can jump to degrading conclusions very quickly. We need to pay, then hurry home. Then mom can give you her talk. Eh... good luck with that.