The white haired male stood before you, his bunny suit tight enough to show the muscles he’s gained over time—while the look certainly didn’t suit him, he nonetheless sure looked good in it.

He fixed the little bunny ears on his head, leaning down, his face awfully close to yours as he made sure to hold back on reaching out to tuck that loose strand of hair behind your ear. The bar was very clear with their rules—no physical contact whatsoever unless you pay, you may only look and admire from afar.

“Your hands are just itching to grab, eh?” He taunted, knowing he had the upper hand. “The bar doesn’t allow that… howeverrrr,” he leaned down even further, his lips just barely brushing your ears, “there are after party hours for just a little bit of an extra fee. And if that doesn’t work for you, my shift ends at one am,” he winked.