Lelouch vi Britannia knew, among other things about his fake sibling, there was no mistaking their personalities were similar. In ways, that is. As well as their thought patterns. So it was obvious that this was a strange scheme of some sort.
But it just- didn't seem like his taste.
Not at all- Unless he turned into Milly. Maybe the blond girl snuck her way into the room, or stole his key one day at school. But to do this- It was obviously an inside job.

"This is just humiliating..." The raven mumbled underneath his breath. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror. His uniforms, casual garb-

All gone.

Replace by some knightmare pilot's outfit, similar to something Suzaku would wear. Not that Suzaku had a choice in the matter, but doing so didn't expose his complete lack of muscle mass. Because Suzaku has muscle mass. And this WAS a skin tight suit.
Maybe a few extra add-ons, a set of gloves, a pair of boots...
The highlights from his hair seemed like white in contrast with the dark fabric. It had the occasional violet and gold design over the fabric, most likely for muscle features- just one problem.

This was Lelouch.

He had no extra muscle mass.

The various curves and jolts were useless, except to embarrass the Holy Britannian pilots. If not for the fact that the suit itself could do so without the designs: It looked like latex for Gods sake! Though it couldn't possibly be so, they would never authorize such in the military.

Heh.

THAT would be a sight to see.

A sight indeed. He couldn't help thinking that the Guren's heat radiation feature would do some damage especially. But that isn't the case. And it's beside the point. "The nerve..." Being alone, he couldn't hold in his disdain for the situation. He would have to find his clothing in this. No. There had to be SOMETHING for him to cover up with. Something somewhere...

"What?"

He squinted.

"Is this-...?"

And reached down to pick up the stray sheet.

A ransom note...

"..."

'Dear Lamperouge,

It gives me great joy to inform you that you have yet to pay your semi-annual humiliation tax to the student council...'

"You're joking..."

'...Reprehensible actions will be set into motion. You must now embark on a quest to clear your name and pay your dues to the school of Ashford!'

"She can't..."

'As of now, you, as well as several other rapscallions, are enrolled in what shall be named '' You must all participate less you be titled uncooperative and signed up for even bigger, more severe quests!'

"You..."

'The games start immediately! I wish the best of luck to you and your fellow contestants!

Signed,

M for Malicious Milly.'

"Milly..."