A fitting one.

"Too bad Yang, you had that one in the bag," Jaune said, shaking his head, and Yang pouted.

"...I am so going to remedy what your last one was when I have control of you again," Yang told Blake, who just smirked.

"Worth it," she teased.

"Speaking of which, I think the punishment should fit the winning statement," Jaune said, putting his Scroll in a position facing Yang and Pyrrha, and setting it to record.

Pyrrha realized immediately, and blushed. "You... You don't mean..."

"Don't you dare," Yang stated, though it was more of a whine than a threat.

"Pyrrha, imitate Yang. Yang... Chicken Yang," Jaune said with a grin.

Immediately, Yang's hands went up under her armpits, and she flapped her bent arms around as she started to strut about. "Buck buck, buckaw!" Pyrrha followed suit, her face matching her hair.

Blake couldn't help but laugh, as did Jaune. Sure, it was a cliche of hypnotists, but he could see why. It just never seemed to get old. It was both hilarious and sexy to watch both girls naked and helplessly acting like one of the silliest animals on the face of Remnant.

"So... Master," Blake purred, looking at him seductively as she went ahead and stripped her panties off. "How do you want me?"