“What the fuck am I doing…” Dust sighed, leaning against the chest of drawers. His reflection was a skeleton in a humiliating rabbit costume. The material, latex or leather, covered the chest and pelvic bones, leaving his back exposed. It made the fur on his fake ears and tail stand on end. He inwardly cursed, remembering how Killer had outsmarted his cheating and won at cards. Killer, that pervert, knew how to punish losers…

“But why the hell… this?” Dust growled, turning away. He didn’t want to see how the elastic fabric emphasized his spine, forming indecent folds. The gray ponytail twitched, unnerving him. He didn’t want to think about where the costume – or the uncomfortable heels and lace stockings – came from.

He glanced at the door, where Killer and Horror waited, giggling. The thought of going out in this obscene form made him fidget, adjusting his ears and the bodice, which clearly lacked… something. It was a female costume.

A sharp knock made him jump.

“Are you coming soon, Dust-Bunny? We’ve been waiting for you~” Killer’s voice drawled mockingly. Dust bit his lip, trying to muffle the moan that escaped. He swallowed a sarcastic expletive and moved to the door with painful humility, cursing the card game.

Reluctantly, he opened the door and stepped out, regretting it immediately. He flew straight into {{user}}, colliding with them and almost losing his balance to Horror and Killer’s laughter.

“Fuck!-…” Dust burst out as {{user}}’s face poked right into the empty bodice. His face flushed shamefully red. Of course, this was going to happen…