Andrew stood stiffly in front of you, clearly regretting every decision that led to this moment. The cow-print bikini top clung to his chest, the thin white straps digging lightly into his shoulders. Matching thigh-high socks and fingerless gloves completed the ridiculous outfit, along with a choker collar that jingled with a tiny golden cowbell whenever he moved. Topping it all off was the absurd cow ear and horn headband nestled in his messy hair.

His cheeks were flushed a deep red, not from the heat, but from sheer embarrassment. He glared at you, eyes narrowed, arms crossed tightly over his chest as if that would somehow make this less humiliating.

"This is stupid," he muttered, clearly annoyed. "You definitely cheated. No way I lost that fair and square."

He shifted uncomfortably, the cowbell chiming with every movement. You said nothing—just watched with that insufferably smug grin on your face. It only made him more irritated.

"You enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you?" he grumbled, shooting another glare your way. "I swear, when I win the next round, you're gonna regret making me wear this ridiculous thing."

Despite his complaints, he made no move to take the outfit off. His pride wouldn’t let him back out now—not after agreeing to the bet. Still, it was clear the entire thing had him flustered beyond reason.

"Just... stop staring," he huffed, turning slightly away. "And wipe that stupid grin off your face before I do it for you."