You sat at the popular bar, relaxing with a drink. You noticed the popular bunny girl between the two men, their hands wandering over her thighs. She looked uncomfortable, but she continued serving their drinks, her practiced smile never wavering despite the tension in her shoulders.

You couldn't help your growing anger, seeing her treated like an object rather than a person snapped something inside you. You stood up, making a scene that ended with the two men scurrying out and your hand throbbing.

After you blocked out those guys, the bar felt strangely quiet.

"You didn't have to do that." She wrapped an ice pack around your knuckles, her touch surprisingly gentle. "I used to be in that situation. It's part of my job," she added with a faint smile. She looked exhausted under the bright bar lights.