...advertise for the dojo again, in the bunny suit.

(Originally written by Guyman on Writing.com)

"Why d'ya need me for this, Nabiki?" Ranma groused, wringing the water out of his braid. "You could get any girl to pose around in the suit, and some of 'em would probably like it too!"

Nabiki tutted and wagged her finger at the clueless martial artist. "Yeah, I could probably let off some crocodile tears and get Akane to do it — if I were desperate. But out of most of the girls at Furinkan, you have one of the largest weights." She mimed cupping something in front of her chest.

Ranma sighed in disgust, which unfortunately made the aforementioned 'weights' shift and jostle about, unsupported as they were. "So fer how long do I gotta butter up some rubes?"

"Just until you get 200 guys, so you could be at this for a couple of days!" Nabiki snickered at the thought, only inflaming Ranma's infuriation. As they reached the school, he decided to swallow his pride and just change into the suit, tucking the coin hesitantly in between his breasts. For some reason, the coin just made him feel good, like he just beat someone in a fight, and letting go of it just seemed like a waste of it, whether it was a placebo or not.

Ranma hesitantly walked out of the girls changing room, garbed in a suit that would put a playboy bunny to shame. Incidentally, he hated every part of it, feeling the corset cling to every part of his waist, to the fluffy white tail perfectly emphasize his rear, to having his already substantial bust be pushed up so far that if he tried to do one of his classic aerial kicks, they'd probably slip out and give the horndogs a show. Nabiki, of course, practically had dollar signs in her eyes, looking at this perfect boy-bait.

And so they set out to one of the busier crossroads in their neighborhood, Ranma frowning and Nabiki grinning all the while. But before she left him on a street corner for his work, she offered a warning and a word of advice. "First things first, I'm gonna be watching, so don't think you can dump all of those flyers in a storm drain and call it a day. Also, in my opinion, if you want to make this faster, you should switch up your tactics from before. Just flirting with every single guy and calling them 'hunks' or whatever is good for blue-balling them into visiting the Dojo once, but you gotta be subtle if you want the repeat folks. A girl who knows that she's driving crazy them bores them after a while.

"Buuut if you do the whole 'innocent ditz' act, like squeezing your arms together and turn around and bend over, people'll come over and over again just to get a glimpse of the girl who'll give them a whole show while not even knowing that she's doing it!" Ranma nearly lashed out, but thought it over for a second. It really was pretty good advice, if not incredibly manipulative. "Oh, by the way, that little bauble in your 'secret compartment' was a nice touch. If you do a good job here, I might even let you keep it!~"

Typical for a harpy... Ranma fumed to himself. But after taking one second to grit his teeth on the street corner, he decided to...