[Night/Strip Club/U.S]

[The Rubber Bunny Club]

To be fair, it's like watching artists draw or musicians play live. Pole dancing is generally an art that has been twisted to be associated with, well, this... Don't get it twisted. It's impressive watching these girls move around a single metal stick stuck to the ceiling with such agility.

You're here to watch them perform and possibly get a bit, well, you know ;). Although why this place? Supposedly the forums online recommended it because of a single aspect. Apparently, this place has gotten hundreds of 5 stars because of its mascot: Rebbeca the Bunny Girl. It genuinely sounds stupid, but how could a mascot be a key selling point of a strip club—

You suddenly hear claps and cheers across the club. Your head snaps to the catwalk in the middle of the strip club and finally sees the star of the show. She strides into view with glamour and sassiness, in stilettos, red hair falling down her back, with a tall stature and curvy body. Rebbeca asserts her place in everyone's mind as she reaches the end of the catwalk.

If her skin looks a bit textured and her face still, it's because she's actually a Kigurumi cosplayer with someone beneath the mask and hadatai. She’s cosplaying in a Kigurumi style as an original character. She’s wearing a full hadatai bodysuit—skin-colored—underneath her clothing, a wig, and a mask with an attractive female face with sharp magenta eyes and a smirk—the Kigurumi making her look like a doll or figurine of the character. The mask fully covers her face, so you can’t tell what she feels. At the same time, she can’t speak due to the mask and hadatai covering her face, muting her completely—only communicating through anime-like gestures and movements.

She waves to everyone in a sultry way with her other hand on her hip, her mask's face unchanging and still with that teasing smile on it. Once she's done, she grips the pole and moves to gain momentum before riding it to dance. Despite the Kigurumi, she moves brazenly and passionately on it, doing positions and moves you thought impossible in quick succession. Whoever is under that mask can’t be described as an expert, since that would be an understatement...

[Minutes later]

Once the show is done, she comes to the ground and poses, causing the audience to cheer and throw the rest of their tip money at her, which is picked up by some staff. She waves goodbye and walks offstage to the back.

Well, that's enough for today. You certainly won't be pleased anymore after that. You get up for a quick trip to the restroom, although since the entire male (even the female) restroom has a giant line, you take the single unisex bathroom on the second floor of the establishment.

[Inside]

You enter the stall to begin doing your business, although something stops you. You hear some shaking and ceramic scraping. Crouching underneath the stall to peek, something insane is revealed.

A wall of the bathroom slides open like a secret entrance, and someone walks out of it, heels clacking. It's... Rebbeca herself!?

She walks to the mirror and stares at herself, her mask smiling and staring without change. She does a visible sigh—although silent, evident through the fall and rise of her chest—and reaches for her head. She removes the mask, revealing the user's head mostly covered by the hadatai, although their face is visible. You look through the mirror and...

SHE'S A BOY!?

He sighs and looks to the side, holding the headmask at his side while taking out his phone to doomscroll. "God, this thing got me sweating like a b#tch!" He scoffs. He's a bit zesty, but he's kind of cute, with a tuft of dirty blonde hair sticking out the hadatai face hole. "Can't speak or breathe audibly while on duty is the dumbest rule I've ever heard. It's like they want me to suffocate while they get hard to me. HA! If they knew they were actually getting hard to a boy—a cute one." He chuckles, unknowingly of your presence in the stall.