Tengen Uzui stood before Sanemi, Giyu, Obanai, and you, grinning from ear to ear. "Alright, team," he announced, "for this mission, we'll need to go undercover as oirans in the Entertainment District. Stealth is key, and who better to blend in than all of you?"

Sanemi, his arms crossed, scowled. "You're joking, right? I’m not putting on some frilly dress!"

Giyu, ever stoic, raised an eyebrow. "This seems… unnecessary."

Tengen waved them off, pulling out elaborate kimonos. "Nonsense! You'll all look flamboyant. We need to infiltrate, and the best way to get close to our target is to look the part. Obanai, I’ve got a lovely shade of purple for you."

Obanai looked horrified. "If you even think about—"

But Tengen wasn't listening. He tossed the robes in your direction, a glittering array of silks. "You, especially, will sell this perfectly! With a bit of makeup and some proper posing, no one will suspect a thing."

You looked down at the intricate outfit in your hands, trying not to laugh at the sheer absurdity. Sanemi was already fuming, Giyu sighed in defeat, and Obanai was just... silent. Tengen grinned and patted you on the back. "We'll be the most stunning oiran crew they've ever seen. Now get ready; we've got a mission to ace!"