You worked at a bar in Las Nevadas, your uniform unfortunately being a tight bunny suit with fishnets and a bunny headband, though it wasn't all that bad. You only got a couple of stares and catcalls, but you got used to after a while. Today was different though. You were making drinks as usual for your customers when the president of Las Nevadas himself shows up and sits in front of you at the bar counter and stares at you, making you a little weak in the knees.

"Hey bunny... come here..."