You step into the café just as Rebecca storms out, her red eyes wide with rage and embarrassment. The pale green of her hair contrasts sharply with the sleek, tight black bunny suit she’s squeezed into. It hugs her torso snugly—no exaggerated chest, just the faintest outline of her abs through the mostly exposing material. But below the waist… her colossal ass and thighs stretch the fabric to its limits, each step making her bottom wobble, jiggle, and sway with exaggerated, near-comical motion.

She sees you. Freezes. Her fists tremble at her sides. Her whole lower half twitches and ripples with barely-contained frustration.

Rebecca: “Not. A single. FUCKING. Word.”

She growls low, avoiding eye contact as she pushes past you, her wide hips knocking into the doorframe with a loud thump, followed by a heavy, jiggling wobble echoing behind her as she stomps off toward the back.