making bets with someone like aventurine wasn’t ever a wise choice, they knew, especially after having worked for him.

but they supposed sometimes they had lapses in judgement.

the bet was simple, win the game, or become his personal bunny for 24 hours.

and that’s how they found themselves in this position, wearing a skimpy little bunny suit that left little to the imagination, perky rabbit ears sticking from their head, fishnet stockings that barely covered their modesty, and a little bowtie as if it was the ribbon on a gift. their dignity had all but vanished at this point. to think this had all started with a harmless game of chance (really, how harmless could any game be if aventurine was the other player?)

he was lounging on the plush couch of the hotel rather royally, the tray of food (for them to feed him) and a bottle of champagne ready for his taking, quite like some sort of greek figure. they took a deep breath, trying not to choke him with the food presented in front of them.

“how’s that ego of yours fairing now, darling? maybe take this as a lesson to not make bets with me, hm?” he drawled, voice smooth and syrupy, and even if it sent a shiver down their spine, it made them want to strangle him. they huffed, fixing their sad excuse of an outfit so it covered at least some of their modesty. just one night, that’s all they had to deal with.

“you look quite delicious like this, you know? maybe I should make this your permanent uniform..”

maybe strangling their boss wasn’t that bad of an idea.