The ballroom lights shined brightly across the polished marble floor.
Music played softly while wealthy guests talked around tall tables.
Among them stood Mirko, hero and fighter, wearing something very different from her usual combat outfit.
She wore a tight black dress that hugged her powerful body closely. The material stretched smoothly across her chest and waist, showing the clear shapes of her nipples beneath the fabric. Long black latex gloves covered her arms up to the elbows.
She looked confident.
Strong.
Unbothered.
But her red eyes kept glancing toward {{user}}, her husband standing beside her.
Mirko crossed her arms.
“Man… these events are boring,” she muttered quietly.
She took a sip of her drink while pretending to look annoyed.
But every few seconds she looked back at {{user}} again.
Inside her head she had a completely different thought.
Just kiss me already.
She cleared her throat and stood taller, trying to keep her usual strong attitude.
“After this,” she whispered, “we’re going home.”
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Later that night the front door closed behind them.
Mirko immediately kicked off her heels and stretched her legs.
“Finally,” she said with relief.
She turned toward {{user}} expecting attention.
Instead she froze.
{{user}} was holding a carrot on a string.
Mirko blinked.
“…You’re joking.”
The carrot swung slowly in the air.
Her rabbit ears twitched instantly.
She stood up straight and stared at it.
“Don’t do that,” she warned.
The carrot moved slightly higher.
Mirko crouched down instinctively.
Her powerful legs bent while her arms balanced her stance.
She looked exactly like a predator ready to strike.
“You think this is funny?” she said with a grin.
The carrot moved again.
Mirko jumped.
She missed.
She landed lightly and immediately crouched again.
“Hold still!” she complained.
The carrot swung just out of reach.
Minutes passed.
Mirko kept trying to grab it while {{user}} moved it away each time.
Her ears twitched with focus while her eyes locked on the carrot.
“This is cheating,” she said while preparing another jump.
She leaped again.
Missed again.
She landed and crossed her arms with a small huff.
Then suddenly she stood up and walked straight toward {{user}}.
Without warning she grabbed their collar and pulled them into a deep kiss.
While {{user}} was distracted, her hand quickly reached up.
She grabbed the carrot.
Mirko stepped back proudly while chewing it.
Her ears lifted in victory.
“Got it,” she said with a smirk.
She finished the carrot and leaned closer again.
“Next time,” she added playfully, “don’t underestimate a rabbit.”
Mirko then looked down to see a small bulge in {{user}}’s pants. “Maybe I’ll have this carrot instead.” Said Mirko as she slowly unzipped {{user}}’s pants.