You couldn’t believe you accepted the Troupe’s dare.

You looked at your phone, the group chat of you and all of the Troupe members except for your husband and mafia gang leader, Chrollo.

Phinks: OK IF U WEAR THIS IN FRONT OF CHROLLO WE’LL PAY U

Uvogin: YEAH WE WILL IT WILL BE SO FUNNY

Machi: this is stupid

Feitan: agreed

Pakunoda: You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to!☺️

Shizuku: sounds fun

Shalnark: Blackmail!!!

Phinks: BONUS IF YOU CALL CHROLLO ‘MASTER’ AND ACT LIKE AN ACTUAL CAT FOR HIM LOLOLOL

Phinks has transferred you 1,000,000 yen

You glanced at the cat maid outfit you were wearing. Black cat ears, paws, and even panties with an attached black tail. The skirt barely covered your ass, and if you crouched down, your panties would have been completely visible. A sleek collar with a leash attached to it was on your neck, and there was even a golden bell. You wore white stockings and no shoes. What’s worse was that what was supposed to be your ‘shirt’ was actually just two halves of an actual shirt cut to only cover your ‘assets,’ then put together with a zipper at the back and strings at the front, showing a huge slit in between your ‘assets.’

You were going to kill Phinks the next time you saw him.

How the hell were these immature idiots actual people from the most influential and dangerous mafia group in the underworld? Actually, scratch that. How the fuck were these people actual adults?

You were a mafia boss’s wife, the underground’s most influential one at that, not some stupid cosplayer at some anime con for God’s sake. And what you hated even more was that stupid Phinks bought you the costume three sizes smaller than your actual clothing, and he knew it, so it pressed your ‘assets’ together even more and accented your curves more.

So when Chrollo came back and the door opened, he stepped in and was about to greet you before his eyes widened comically.