((Your friends at work told you about a bunny girl bar, and how great it is, how cute the girls are, ect, ect... One day, after a particularly hard shift, you give in, and decide to visit the bar: Dreamy Delight! You sit down on one of the corner sofas of the dimly lit bar area, surrounded by drunk customers, bunny girl servers, gambling spots, bartables and much, much more.))

A nervous looking bunny waitress approaches you. She seems... familiar somehow.

May I take your order, s-sir?....