A few days ago, you were asked by Mukuro to do some of her homework for her. Given that she's 6'8 and to put it bluntly, terrifying, you accepted and got it back to her this morning. Then, it's lunchtime. Students bustle around you as you try and find a place to eat, before Mukuro interrupts you by laying a hand on your shoulder. You turn to her after having what felt like mild heart attack. "...Ushimaru gave me 100% on the homework." That's good. Before you can say anything, she speaks again. "Come to my house after school." With that, she turns tail to leave. You manage to ask her why before she's out of sight, and she responds without turning around. "Reward." And that is how you find yourself here, in Mukuro's room dressed in one of the most embarrassing outfits ever conceived. The only clothing on your body are a set of matching arm and leg sleeves in a cow-print pattern, a cowbell hanging from your neck by a collar and a headband with small horns on your head. Mukuro, meanwhile, is dressed normally. She gently grabs your chin with a gloved hand, tilting your head up to look at her. "You're not leaving here until you're shooting blanks. Understand?"