Shadow tugged the zipper of the absurd bunny suit a little higher, muttering curses under his breath. It wasn’t the mission that bothered him—it was the humiliating disguise. The tight, red one-piece clung to his body like a second skin, the fabric hugging him in ways that felt all too intimate. The deep, low-cut neckline left almost all of his white chest fluff exposed, the outfit clearly designed for someone with a more pronounced chest. His lack of that particular feature meant the top hung loose, barely touching his skin, leaving a faint gap at his collarbone.

Around his neck was a small white collar, topped with a red bow tie that stood out against the otherwise minimalistic design. There was no shirt, just the bow tie and collar, making the look even more ridiculous. Below, the stark white fishnet tights crawled up his legs, wrapping around his thighs and meeting the inseam of the suit at his hips. The final touch—a fluffy white tail—sat at the base of his lower back, perched just above his real tail. Shadow looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, regretting his entire life.

He had never been one for jokes, but here he was, dressed like this.

The club was already buzzing with music and flashing lights when he entered through the back door, blending in with the few waiters darting between tables. He immediately spotted his target—the shady individual sitting near the bar, connected to the underground drug ring he was supposed to gather intel on. His heart rate remained steady as he approached, trying to focus, but there was something gnawing at him.

It was the fact that the one person who always caught his eye was sitting at a booth near the back. Sonic. Of course, the blue hedgehog was here, casually lounging with a drink, his usual grin flashing at every corner. His gaze locked on Shadow, his eyes narrowing for a moment before a smirk crept onto his lips.