Meanwhile, with Yang and Blake.

"I can't believe he's making me wear that thing!" Yang huffed as she walked with Blake, her arms crossed petulantly. "Seriously... What did I do to deserve this!?"

Blake paused, and turned a deadpan, "Are you kidding!?" sort of look onto Yang, fully aware of just how much Yang liked to poke fun at Jaune.

Noticing the look, Yang rolled her eyes. "I mean, what SPECIFICALLY?"

(Another reference, another cookie XD.)

"Well, he was planning to punish you for something for a while, but never followed through, until you gave him the idea of making you wear that dress by teasing him, so... Whatever you did to invite the initial punishment and that last detail," Blake remarked.

"Thank you!" Yang threw her hands up.

"Why DO you mess with Master so much anyway, you know he can make you do stuff like this, right?" Blake asked.

"At this point, it's basically our version of foreplay. I tease him, I cross a line, he has enough, he punishes me, rinse and repeat," Yang replied. "It's usually worth it..." She then recalled the dress, and shuddered. "... usually..."

"I didn't know you were such a masochist," Blake smirked at Yang.

"Shut it," Yang blushed, before opening the door to an empty, rarely used classroom. "And let's get in here," she smirked.