While my exams aren't finished just yet, my boredom dictates that I must do something

Midnight dragged his feet when he went to the small studio.

Well, he was forced (again). Omoi and his girlfriend Ameyuri Ringo stepped in. She zapped him with his own sword and Omoi dragged him.

Midnight found himself unceremoniously dumped in front of a amused Breeze, still numb, with Azure hammering away at something in the background.

"My body is sleep." He stated. "Blame Ringo."

Ringo replied by opening the door and kicking him. Then she slammed the door so hard the room s*.

Azure decided at this moment that she would present Midnight with his outfit.

For a lack of a better way of saying it, Midnight decided that death would be a better punishment. It was a snow white leotard with almost no cloth covering his manly parts, but with long, elaborate sleeves and decorations in gold. His face flushed as he realized how little the nylon abomination would cover.

"Wait wait wait." Midnight pleaded, still staring at the flimsy little thing. "I was told that it was altered from Breeze. That cannot have been made for her!"

At that moment, Azure growled and stalked towards a backpack at the back of the room, pulling out a $20 bill and handing it to a smug looking Breeze. She then grabbed a pair of scissors and promptly cut off the sleeves, her face fuming.

Midnight wisely decided to shut up.

"We lied about the Swam Lake thing." Breeze said cheerfully, her face lighting up. "This is actually an auction to pay off VP Tsunade's gambling debt."

Midnight decided to try to flee.

Much to his horror, Omoi and Ringo both were standing outside the room, arms crossed, with cruel smirks on their faces.

How much Midnight hated that they also knew pressure points. And how Azure knew how to freeze him.

Much to his horror, Midnight found his hair slicked with gel and made into rough, mishappened *s, and what he would soon realize were hair extensions added to his head.

Then Breeze decided his pants needed to go. And his shirt. And his boxers.

The good news was that the girls stepped out while Midnight was changed out of Scarlet's boxers. Omoi got that rather dirty job.

When the three girls returned, each one with big, shark-like grins on their faces, Midnight knew his life was over. His legs were waxed. With duct tape.

A week after the event, an exorcism was performed in the room. Needless to say, it failed.

His legs, still sore and raw, were forced into a pair of white leggings, while the abombination was forced onto his body. Lastly, Ringo tied a pair of shoes to his feet with ribbons, her shark-like teeth being more than enough to scare him in place.

When all that was done, Midnight found himself falling to the smell of cloroform. His Root of Warrior worked for long enough for him to break free, but his new shoes made his escape rather comical.

Without another word after the incident, Midnight found himself frog-marched away to a dark room to await his fate.

...

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" The announcer shouted, breaking a amplifier and a few eardrums in the process. "We are here for what you have all been waiting for. The Grand Finale for tonight's show!" Here, we have a date with the lovely "Breeze Dancer!"

High above from the crowd, the real Breeze Dancer snickered. Azure replied by stealing her popcorn.

Back on the floor, the announcer was still talking. "Without further adu, let the bidding commence!"