For every “Yoink!” I receive, my muse will remove an article of clothing. || accepting

“You are so lucky it’s you Judal.”
He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but off comes the shirt. He tosses it to the floor with the rest of his cloths, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
For every (¬‿¬) I get my muse will remove a piece of clothing.

He is so unhappy with you right now. Proceeds to remove his apron, tie, and shoes.