Something to the uniforms.

"Check your uniform," Rachel says.

You walk over to the boys uniforms in the changing room and shrug when you don't see anything different. It's just the same school uniform all the boys wear, a leather collar with the student's name on it, and a pair of cross handcuffs.

"Nothing's changed," you say, perplexed.

She furrows her brow in confusion, and then saps her hand on her head, as if she realises something. She quickly notes down an addendum, and then it hits you.

"Oh," you manage.

"Fair is fair, Mikey."

"Hey, Gym isn't almost all day every day of the week, and we also have to wear our uniforms to and from here!" You argue. "Come on, Rachel! That's unfair."

She gives you an unamused glare. "You weren't going to be fair to my classmates, Michael."

She waves the book in her hands. "But, that is somewhat a fair point, Mikey. I'll give you something back. As a thank you, for finding me this excellent book."

She writes down another rule.