Kyoko's plan depends on Monokuma.

"Danger," she suddenly spoke to herself in a "Eureka" moment, as Monokuma and Tsumugi waited for what she'd come up with. "One thing that can drive a detective away from a crime scene is the feeling that their life is in danger. I doubt I'll be able able to make him leave just by bluffing that I'm armed, though. Fortunately, I've been left the tools to hide my identity and present as a disorienting threat." Wasting no time, she scooped Monokuma's head off the floor and stared him straight in the button eyes. "Monokuma, I'm going to need your help."

"Oh, sure!" the bear agreed immediately and sarcastically. "You can definitely count on my help. As your headmaster, I've been proven to have your best interests at heart."

"You're going to help me because after I drive off your would-be detective, I'm going to help you catch your assailant. You know I'm the best chance you have. Before that happens, though, I need your help. You're going to have to improvise some villainous speech... Just to be sure, I can't hurt you, can I?"

"Huh?" Monokuma wasn't used to being the one disoriented by a question like that. "I mean, I got my head ripped off and I'm wisecracking. I'm pretty proud of my pain tolerance."

"Good. Tsumugi, rip the legs off that bottom part over there. I'm going to put on the head, then you give me the claws and the bottom."

"I'm plain lost," Tsumugi interrupted her, wringing her hands together nervously. "You're going to put on what? I'm handing you what?"

"Just do it! We might not even have a minute." As her spa buddy watched in horror, Kyoko began winding her long hair around her head into a sloppy attempt at a makeshift turban. Then, before it could fall out of place, she forcefully shoved Monokuma's head over her own, screwing it back and forth as stuffing fell to the floor all around her.

Tsumugi was still frozen for a moment longer as she saw Kyoko reach into the spot of Monokuma's face where her own eyes ought to be and begin digging holes in the stuffing. The bear head wasn't a mascot costume head designed for anyone to wear, and even with Kyoko's best efforts, a tiny bit of her chin stuck out from beneath her makeshift mask.

"I hope you know, I consider this desecrating a corpse!" Monokuma's surprisingly still-working voice came from the mask.

No voice came in response. Kyoko couldn't speak without getting a mouthful of cotton, and even if she could, it'd be entirely muffled. Instead, with her eyes barely visible through the holes she'd dug, she turned her head to Tsumugi and gestured to get help with the rest of the costume.

First, the gloves. She had noticed Monokuma's still-intact paws, with sharp claws that had likely developed in self-defense a moment too slow. With Tsumugi's aid, she managed to get her hands burrowed into them. The time was long past where she'd be shy about letting the other woman see her scarred hands. When she finished... well, it was all she could hope for. She couldn't move her hands inside at all, but the makeshift gloves covered up the scars that might otherwise help identify her. Additionally, they'd give her the appearance of being armed with Monokuma's claws as a weapon.

Now was the trickier part... Kyoko raised her foot to begin stepping into the bottom Tsumugi had fashioned from Monokuma's lower half.

Tsumugi had lowered herself to her knees to help slip it on, flushing as her face came close to the other woman's bush. "Kyoko, there's honestly no way! It's plain impossible!"

The detective stamped her foot and gestured in an arc with her hand, struggling to convey the emotions of "Hurry up!" and "What are you thinking, using my real name?!" without speech.

At least, the cosplayer could tell Kyoko wasn't giving up on the idea, and made her best effort. She raised the excuse for a bottom to Kyoko's raised bare right foot, **** that foot through the hole where she'd torn off the bear leg, let the foot come back to the wet floor, then stretched the disguise bottom precariously to get the other. It wasn't an elastic garment, and she had every expectation it was going to explode into a spray of stuffing when she exerted ****, but miraculously, the legs fit in. She pulled it up Kyoko's legs with exertion, her slender knuckles dragging up Kyoko's hips. "Wow, I can't believe it! This is working, it's working! It's..."

Tsumugi had gotten the garment up as high as she could. It wasn't hollowed out, and any attempt to do so would make it lose its shape and become useless. Thus, the would-be bikini briefs, which Kyoko had probably envisioned as providing the same coverage as panties, rode down on her thighs and barely rose high enough to cover her gap. From the front, Tsumugi could still see a small patch of Kyoko's exotic lower hair color.

The cosplayer could probably work a miracle if she had more time, but she realized that was something she didn't have. She also realized there was no way for Kyoko to look down and see the state she was in while wearing Monokuma's head. Therefore, when she rose, she flashed Kyoko the most confident grin she could fake and a thumbs up. "Good to go! Good luck, Kyoko!"

The detective gave a brief nod. From her eyeholes, she saw Tsumugi whirl around and re-enter the spa at the back, then press her back against the wall, just far enough in to hide herself from someone who wasn't looking. In fact, if one looked carefully, the peaks of Tsumugi's impressive breasts were still just barely visible from her hiding place, but Kyoko had no intention of letting their invader get that close.

How long did she have to get herself ready? Kyoko steeled herself, then turned around to face the corridor.