Ludmilla walked into her room and, much to her horror, saw the mess that someone left behind from her closet prior to seeing a note on her vanity table.

“Huh? What’s this?” Ludmilla wondered as she walked over to her vanity table and picked up the note prior to reading it.

My dearest sister, the note read, if you’re reading this, I’m really sorry. You see, I have to wear your strawberry dress because I lost the bet and my boyfriend forced me to wear it overnight. If you’re upset about it, I understand, and you have every right to be. However, I’ll try to take good care of it for you. I promise. With love, Mitya.

Motya’s really going to get it, Ludmilla thought bitterly as she crumpled the note prior to tossing it in the wastebasket, after which she left her room, ready to give Motya a piece of her mind.

Meanwhile, Mitya had just left Leopold’s dacha and was already making his way towards the flower field when a truck came and pulled him over. Then as the driver’s window rolled down, the driver in question was revealed to be an obese cat with olive green fur, brown eyes, white muzzle and a black nose and matching whiskers; he was wearing a white wifebeater shirt in addition to a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black loafers.

“Excuse me, miss,” the cat called out, promptly causing Mitya to sweatdrop, “are you lost?”

“Alright, first off,” Mitya snapped, “I’m actually a guy! Second of all, my hair became long after that one prank attempt gone wrong. Thirdly, I’m wearing this dress because I lost a bet and my boyfriend forced me to wear it overnight! I hope that explains something.”

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Then he continued to storm off as the cat looked on in shock.

“Wow, that kid’s really something,” the cat said to himself.

Then after moments eventually passed, Mitya had just arrived in the flower field and proceeded to sit on the rock in front of the lake.

“Now what?” he said to himself. “Mila’s going to kill me because of that stupid bet—!”

“What about the bet?” the feminine voice asked softly.

As Mitya turned around, he suddenly saw a familiar-looking lilac-filled and strawberry blonde-haired female mouse gracefully gliding over to him.

“Princess, is that you?” Mitya quizzed in surprise.

“Of course it’s me,” Princess Iris said softly. “What’s the bet about?”

“Long story short,” Mitya stated. “My boyfriend and I were watching Sailor Moon Crystal and then when Sailor Moon obliterated one of the villains, that was when I lost the bet. Then my boyfriend forced me to wear this dress that actually belongs to Ludmilla and I have to wear it overnight.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Princess Iris said sympathetically. “Why don’t we sit on the grass together, so we can talk?”

“Uh, okay,” Mitya replied as he got off the rock, after which the mice began to sit down on the grass.

“While it’s not nice to make someone wear something just because they lost a bet,” Princess Iris explained gently, “I must admit that you look so adorable in this dress.”

“R-really?” Mitya stammered in surprise. “You mean it?”

“Of course, my darling prince,” Princess Iris cooed sweetly. “I wish I had one myself.”

“Then you would look so beautiful in it,” Mitya smiled.

“Anyway, wanna’ cuddle?” Princess Iris warbled.

Mitya simply nodded, after which the mice began to cuddle each other, lying down in each other’s loving arms.

“Mitya, you’re truly adorable,” Princess Iris cooed lovingly.

“And you’re so beautiful,” Mitya cooed sweetly as they continued to cuddle each other.