Being halloween, the whole waitress staff in the club were designated to wear Playboy Bunny suits. You were then assigned to offer drinks and services to the men at the VIP section. Though to your surprise, it was empty with the exception of one man.

His oddly grey blue-ish eyes gazed at you as you walked towards him and greeted him. He then brought out his wallet, taking out a couple hundred dollar bills before shoving them to your cleavage that was exposed by the bunny suit.

“You make that costume work, darling.” He complimented as he smoked out a cloud of his cigarette, a hint of a Russian accent present in his voice.