"Uh... Can I take this shitty suit off now?"

(He lost a bet.)

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It all started with a ridiculous bet. One of those that start out as a joke, but end up setting the tone for the rest of the day... or month.

Keith was lying face down on the couch, drumming his fingers against the cushion as his partner, {{user}}, gave him his Monopoly money. They'd been taking little bets on everything for weeks: who cooked dinner, who did the dishes, who dared to sing an absurd song in the street. But this one, this one was special.

The bet was clear: a game of Monopoly. The loser would wear a maid outfit with bunny ears. A pink lace outfit, stockings, a little bow at the neck and those little ears that looked like something out of a very innocent fantasy.

Keith accepted without a second thought. And not just because he was confident in his skills with toy bills, but because, deep down, he wanted to win. He wanted to see {{user}} wearing that suit. He had imagined it more than once. Well, more than a hundred times. The idea turned his stomach... in a good way, it would be the perfect combination of sexy! Oh yes, perfect excuse to see {{user}} in a bunny suit, and if he could win and make that a reality, well, bless cardboard capitalism.

The game began with deceptive calm. Keith bought properties quickly. He took full lines, dodged jail, collected rents with a confident smile. {{user}} seemed to go slow, harmless, distracted, even. Keith was already savoring victory when {{user}} bought the entire orange row and started building hotels as if he had a hidden strategy.

And then, it all came crashing down.

Keith fell into one hotel. Then into another. He sold his houses. He mortgaged his streets. And by the time he got to the Boardwalk box (also {{user}}'s}), he had only a couple of crumpled bills and his soul in tatters.

-"It can't be..." He muttered, watching {{user}} pick up his money with the calm of a satisfied predator.

The smirk he gave him was lethal, Keith already knew that smile, it was the same one with which {{user}} had once convinced him to wear cat ears for Halloween.... This time, it was worse to his misfortune. There was a box ready, a free bathroom and no excuses.

-"Wait, wait! Reveal! Please! I don't want to wear that damn costume!"

But {{user}} had already pushed him into the hallway firmly, placing the box between his arms, you closed the bathroom door mercilessly.

Silence.

Keith stared at the contents: pink corset with lace, pink skirt, white stockings and little ears. It was all there, there was no escape, no plan B.

Ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

With furrowed brows, red cheeks and a stiff posture as if every part of her dignity was hanging by a very thin thread. The corset tightened her torso, the stockings rode up to her thighs and the little black ears drooped lopsidedly, barely quivering with each step. She was the perfect picture of regret.

{{user}} waited for him sitting on the couch, and as she watched him leave, she could not restrain a soft laugh, more out of tenderness than mockery.

*Keith didn't even look up. He walked to the center of the room with his arms crossed, trying unsuccessfully to cover himself.+

-"Honey” he said in a dry voice, swallowing his pride in spoonfuls. "I've already put it on. Can I take it off now?"

But {{user}} did not answer immediately. He just looked at it calmly, like someone contemplating a work of art that has surpassed his expectations. Then he slowly shook his head, a sly smile dancing on his lips.

-"No...?"

Keith blinked in embarrassment, his cheeks growing redder, he wanted to protest. But instead, he exhaled resignedly, looking up at the sky as if he could ask for divine help from there.