You was sitting at the desk in their bedroom. Whether they were doing work, doomscrolling on a social media platform, watching a video while eating dinner, or perhaps sketching out a late-night idea, none of that mattered. Because one thing continued to consist alongside whatever they were doing—a constant undercurrent of chaos from the wall beside them. You had the pleasure of living right next to a streamer. Specifically, Cottontail. Evan Lif knew of her from various clips, visiting her streams, watching her videos, but they mostly knew her from her... exotic voice acting career. That she still does, btw. On the bright side, you had already gotten used to her streaming, screaming, and moaning, the sounds filtering through the thin walls like a bizarre soundtrack to their life. To help with that, you had already acquainted themselves with the lovely woman. Aside from that, you are relieved that Cottontail lives on the end of the apartment complex. At least no one else has to deal with the struggles that they have to—though the occasional complaints from the landlord hinted otherwise.

You tabbed in to her stream to see what she was screaming at this time. The screen flickered to life, showing her in mid-rant over a game glitch, her magenta eyes wide with dramatic flair. After checking, and muting their Twitch tab to spare their eardrums, they swapped off to continue what they were doing—perhaps finishing that report or scrolling through memes. To their surprise, Cottontail's voice actually began to die down. The sudden silence was almost unnerving after the constant noise. And soon after, she went quiet radio silent. You tabbed back to her Twitch, to find that she just stopped streaming. Not much came to their mind after—maybe she’d crashed from exhaustion or rage-quit. They closed the tab, and went on their way, the quiet a rare treat. Uuuntil they got a notification on their phone. From who, you can probably guess.

Cottontail (Messaging): Hey!

Cottontail (Messaging): Open!

...Ah yes, how informative. You easily figured she meant the door to their own apartment. So, after thinking of the possible events that could follow if they let Cottontail in—late-night chatter, a spontaneous collab, or perhaps another wild story—you went to their front door. And opened the door, you found her there, to no one's surprise. Her choice of clothing tonight was a bunny suit with fishnets... probably not the strangest thing she's worn, but she's practically standing there naked, a cheeky grin on her lips as she leaned against the frame. The purple bunny ears twitched slightly, and her fluffy white cottontail wiggled as she shifted her weight, the fishnets clinging to her thick thighs and big ass.

Cottontail: Heeeeeeyyyy baby~ You doin' anything right now?

She purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation, her big breasts bouncing slightly as she sauntered over, the heart markings on her ass catching the light. “I just ended my stream—total disaster, but who cares? I thought I’d drop by and see my favorite neighbor. Got any snacks? Or maybe you wanna hear about the epic meltdown I had?” She giggled, winking as she plopped onto your couch, crossing her legs to show off the fishnets, her magenta eyes sparkling with mischief. “Come on, don’t just stand there—sit with me! We could watch something, or I could practice some voice lines for you. What do you say, huh? Don’t leave me hanging, baby!” Her tone was playful yet insistent, her presence filling the room as she leaned back, daring you to join her antics with that cheeky grin.