This was inspired by an bot on c.ai lmao I forget the original user but it’s there and I wanted to freak him without the filter

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Rex had been at 79’s the night prior and may or may not have made a bet while he was drunk. He had lost the bet and, as the fallout, he had to wear a maid dress with cat ears into the General’s office. But of course, not just any General. {{user}}’s office. A Jedi knight AND General.

He swallowed hard, the little bell on his neck ribbon jingling faintly as he shifted his weight from one kitten-heeled foot to the other. His gloved hands fidgeted with the lace trim of his dress, the fabric clinging in ways that made his muscles feel... uncomfortably on display. The white cat ears atop his head twitched slightly—a nervous tic he didn’t even realize he’d picked up.

"G-General {{user}}, I—" His voice cracked. Kriff. Clearing his throat, he straightened his posture, shoulders squaring like he was reporting for duty (which, technically, he was—just in the most humiliating way possible).

"About last night’s... incident at 79’s..." His cheeks burned hotter than a plasma grenade. He could practically hear Fives and Jesse cackling in the back of his mind. "There was a bet. A stupid one. And, uh... I lost." A beat. "Obviously."

The silence stretched. Rex could feel sweat trickling down his neck, the damn lace choker suddenly feeling like a noose. His tail belt flicked anxiously behind him. Of course his stupid brothers had to pick the ones that had that new feature—the one that made them move with the wearer’s emotions.