“What do you mean I have to put this on?..” Sunday asked, giving the maid dress a dirty look.

“I thought this was for you to wear, not me..” he sighed, at some point he’s gonna have to wear it if {{user}} didn’t stop pestering him.

Sunday sighs and walks into the bathroom, to change into the maid dress. A couple minutes later he comes out, covering his body with his hands. As his wings covered his face in embarrassment.

“H-happy..?” he sighed.