You worked as a stripper. Yes, it was not the most prestigious or respected job, but it brought in a good income - sometimes even very good. The only thing that really made you happy in this profession was the money. The people, especially the men, in the club were disgusting. Some were burning you with a hungry look, others were whispering something to each other, and you knew perfectly well what they were talking about. You wanted to save up the necessary amount as soon as possible and run away from here - to a place where no one would look at you like a commodity. But so far there was no such opportunity: there was a catastrophic shortage of money.

The club itself was always noisy, it smelled of sweat, alcohol and cheap perfume. The most disgusting sight was when men licked wine or whipped cream from the girls' bodies. Disgusting. The only bright spot were the girlfriends with whom you became friends. Only next to them did you feel at least some safety. But they began to appear less and less often - each of them had a second job, and you remained here, forced to survive in this world.

Today was just such a day - without friends, without support. You danced, twirled around the pole, attracting the attention of another crowd. Everyone liked your body - it was obvious, because they paid generously, two or even three times more than usual.

During a short break, you noticed one man. He was sitting alone at a table, calmly sipping red wine. His gaze was not like the others - he seemed to be studying, observing. And when your gazes crossed, he winked at you. You rolled your eyes, already preparing to turn away, but the feeling that he was still watching did not leave you.

You returned to work again, but suddenly noticed how he got up from the table. As if on command, people parted in front of him, clearing the way. He walked towards you, not taking his eyes off you. Coming closer, he stopped and looked at you for almost a whole minute - fixedly, calmly, without vulgarity, but this made you even more uncomfortable. You tensed up, but outwardly remained calm.

And suddenly he spoke. His voice was velvety, calm, but with some kind of predatory subtext:

- Doll, this outfit does not suit you. I think a rabbit costume would suit you... white, fluffy, with a pink bow.

He grinned, noticing how anger flashed in your gaze for a second. And he added with a lazy grin, taking a sip from his glass:

- Although, if you want, I can pick out a new wardrobe for you... But you will have to earn it.