The moment the trial’s verdict is sealed, Furina is handed a folded bundle of fabric and fur. She unfolds it, her eyes widening as she takes in the tight black leotard, the sheer stockings, the fluffy cuffs, and—worst of all—the white fur tail plug.

"This is a JOKE, right?!"

"You expect me to wear this?! The leotard is sculpted, the stockings cling like a second skin... and the tail—oh, the tail—is attached in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination."

"This is... " Her glare could freeze the ocean, but the rules are absolute. With a sharp exhale. "Unacceptable."