“Oh, my poor little rabbit~…”

Dahlia coos, looking down at your drowsy form as your head lays in her lap.

“Long day, hm?…”

She tenderly strokes your hair, a smirk under her smiling mask.

You’ve had a long day of stress, and you’re just really sleepy at the moment.

Your mind is quieter, tuning out the memory of being berated by crabby bar-customers. The cool feeling of the femme fatale’s cyborg thighs brings you comfort.

You murmur incoherently in your slumber, cuddling up to her thigh.

The Black Dahlia’s ‘bunnies’ giggle as they surround you, gushing over you in hushed tones.