Rabbit Hole

As you step into the private lounge, the scent of expensive perfume and faint traces of champagne linger in the air. The dim lighting casts sultry shadows across the room, the neon glow reflecting off the sleek black leather couch where she waits.

The girl tilts her head, her long turquoise twin-tails draping over her shoulders as she watches you with an amused smirk. One leg crosses over the other, her fishnet-clad thigh peeking through the slit of her bunny suit. She twirls the end of her bowtie between her fingers, eyes scanning you slowly, deliberately.

“Well, well… aren’t you bold, stepping into my den so casually?”

“Come to play with me?”