Bonnie took off her silk pajamas and carefully hung them on a three-legged hanger with one missing leg (it was tilted badly, but it stood up), the white silk hung down from the top of the black wood, the end of the belt was a little off, and the back was embroidered with two golden dragons, the dragon's eyes were black plastic beads, which looked like two stains in the flesh-red light. The hem of her pajamas had been wounded by something rough, and a few translucent fibers stretched into the air like some kind of fungus growing out of her clothes, Bonnie crouched down to take a closer look, her lips quirmed, and she silently complained and cursed, and as she stood up and walked into the little parlor that smelled of stale tobacco and disgusting alcohol, and she found the lighter next to the ashtray on the coffee table, which was hidden under a few sheets of burnt tin foil and lipstick-stained cigarette butts, Yesterday her cohabitant Cassie used that thing to refresh herself, and Bonnie warned her, but she never listened.

Holding the lighter tightly in her hand, Bonnie's mind returned to her silk pajamas, she lit the lighter, and then gently let the flames brush over the few disobedient little things, they began to curl up almost when the heat was approaching, and then there was a very light hiss, and the exposed fibers rolled into a small ball, and Bonnie pressed them with her fingers to make them gray dots - the so-called silk pajamas were simply cheap polyester products, stuffy and hot wrapped around the body, but it was cheap and beautiful, At least in this poorly lit room with thick carpets, pink painted walls, feather veils hanging from everywhere, and little lighting, it would sparkle like real silk — and like everything here, including people, only on the surface—it would be enough for a fool who spends a lot of money here for fun.

"Bonnie, hurry up, we're going to be late."

"Just come." Bonnie shouted out the door, she opened the closet and took out the uniform, which resembled a corset, mostly made of leather, covered with glossy satin, and the material with internal cups was a kind of foam rubber, stiff but somewhat elastic, which was also used in car seats. Bonnie struggled to fit herself in - all uniforms were limited to 36.24.36 inches, there were no custom-made uniforms, only custom-made people, and if you couldn't get dressed, you could just get out of the way without even hinting or notifying (like removing your name from the calendar).

She seemed to be twenty-six, and the highest record for a bunny girl was held at thirty, Bonnie thought, as she twisted her body and put a rabbit tail the size of a baby's head on her hips, satin-made rabbit ears on her fluffy hair, and finally black heels with three-inch-high heels—her heels ached reflexively as she slipped them into her shoes.

She tried to take a deep breath, and as she exhaled, she immediately felt tightness in her lower abdomen and ribs, which was only the beginning, and after an hour or two, the tight fabric in her groin would block blood flow, and her thighs would become cold. After three hours, her uniform will be as heavy as a real piece of metal armor, and after four hours, her calves will begin to twitch, while her hands will constantly tremble and try to throw everything heavier than air to the ground...... Or someone's face, as she did when she was still at the "Rabbit" nightclub, where a member took the trouble to reach out and pull her rabbit's tail every time she passed by, and she endured it three times, and on the fourth time she emptied the contents of the tray, and then knocked the tray on the head of the bastard drunk.

Of course, this is not to say that she can do this here, unlike the ordinary members of the Rabbit nightclub who can enter the house for only five hundred dollars, and the mansions of the founders of Rabbit magazine, clubs, nightclubs, and other affiliates are filled with rich and noble people with great reputations, who bend their fingers, and they have to provide services...... Any service should appear warm, sweet, docile, and preferably a little silly. It's the kind that is characteristic, and it has to be carried out throughout. The club's requirements for bunny girls are endless: everything from sitting and standing postures, lipstick color to how to greet guests is included in the Bunny Girl Handbook, including the name.

Bunny Girl doesn't use her original name, the name tag fixed to the right hip is written with words that don't discourage or associate anything unpleasant - Bonnie represents beauty, this red-haired Scottish country girl, vibrant, kind and sweet, her roommate is Cassie, people think of Cassie as cute, popular college girl, happy and sweet, and the youngest, only nineteen-year-old Betty, this name makes people think of a blonde girl, silly cute, It's funny and funny.

No man would want to meet Editha (the unpopular teacher), Erica (invincible), Jenny (an old-fashioned housewife or grandmother) or Mirien (the ocean of sorrow, suffering) on a romantic night.

"Bonnie!"

As Bonnie rushed out of the room, she stepped on a pill bottle, and luckily the balance she had gained from countless exercises worked again, and behind her, hundreds of small green pills jumped out of the deformed and cracked caps and flew everywhere.

She and Cassie arrived at their assigned location, ready to put on their plates with a smile on their faces, but there were still five minutes before the actual meeting time, but all the bunnies were already there.

"Stand up, smile," Mother Rabbit, the middle-aged woman in charge of training and managing these bunnies, ordered sternly, carefully looking at each bunny girl over and over again, from the shoes, the black stockings with a dark line on the back (from heel to hip), the fluffy tail, the tight uniform (she helped the two girls adjust the padding in the built-in cups), all the way to the rabbit ears, "cheer up!" ”

Betty grimaced.

Mother Rabbit pursed her lips in displeasure, but in the end she didn't say anything, twenty years ago she was also a Bunny Girl, she did better than anyone else, but after three years of dreamy dreams, she could only quit the scene, most Bunny Girls are like this, only a small percentage can achieve their wish - become the cover or insert girl of the Bunny magazine, be elected as the best playmate of the month or the year, break into the entertainment and modeling world, or get a decent marriage, a few girls find a home in a rock star or sports star, Fewer have caught up with billionaires, one, maybe two, and they are talked about every day like people who have won the million-dollar jackpot, and everyone wants to be the next lucky one.

The most likely of the seventeen girls to achieve the goal is Betty, who is blessed with a face that looks only thirteen years old, blonde hair, big and bright cobalt blue eyes, full lips that always look forward to kissing at any moment, bulging cheeks like cute buns, pink skin that is delicate and silky, exuding the smell of baby milk, five feet and an inch tall, both limbs and body are so well-proportioned, the only disproportionate is the breasts/room, her boobs are 36d, Bonnie had seen her swim naked in the mansion's transparent fish tank-like pool, her nipples/heads as jewels adorned with ivory, and the men in the room were stunned as if they were staring at a piece of soft and delicious vanilla cream pudding.

I heard that she has been preliminarily selected, and Betty will appear on the cover of Rabbit magazine in the next two or three months, and if it goes well, she will become famous in one fell swoop, or she will get a good income, and if she returns here again, the tips and people she receives will also be a notch.

What a hateful fellow.

Compared to other girls, Bonnie feels a little better, she already has a plan, she will work for another half a year, and after half a year she will return to ordinary life, and she has enough savings to finish college, buy an apartment or a small house, and then open a shop or bar or something.

The door opened, the silhouette of a rabbit with a bow tie looked curiously at the door of the first guest, and at nine o'clock in the evening, the club opened for business, with long-legged, hip-high bunny girls, old-fashioned laborious steaks, fine wine, music, and exquisite performances waiting for any member with a key card, a beautiful dream projected into reality, a fairy tale world for adults, all lasting until four o'clock the next morning.

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Two hours later, smiling and circling around the members with a tray of trays, Bonnie was already feeling a little tired, and she casually offered a glass of brandy to a guest, then turned gracefully and walked briskly into the terrace hidden by silk curtains with the remaining two glasses of champagne.

The club is not so unkind, it allows bunny girls to rest for a few seconds when possible, but there are posture requirements, they can't sit on the sofa, they can't lean against the wall, they can only carefully lean their hips against the armrests or railings of the seats, well, their legs are slightly bent, like a human rabbit - otherwise they will be fined and reduced their chances of duty (i.e., reduced chances of getting a good tip), this punishment is very serious for bunny girls, After all, one of the biggest reasons they're here is for money.

The shadows in the corner of the terrace moved.

Bonnie was taken aback, it was now the climax in the arena, and it was rare for guests to enter the terrace at this time.

Fortunately, she was well-trained and stabilized her mood in time: "Good evening, sir," she greeted in a sweet voice, "Bunny Girl Bonnie is at your service, is there anything you need me to do?" She lifted the tray: "Champagne?" Or something else? ”

The guests stood in the dark, not saying a word.

Bonnie tentatively took a step forward, should she ask him to show his key card? Or ask for his name and see if he's on today's guest list?

"Anthony. Hopkins. The guest said, her reddish-brown eyes flashing, as if she had guessed her thoughts: "I'm Anthony. Hopkins. ”

(To be continued)

The dark overtime career has finally come to an end, and I will find time to make some revisions to the last volume to make things a little clearer, in fact, I have already given a lot of hints in the text...... Maybe it's because this ability is too weird, so when the mystery is revealed, it will inevitably be difficult to accept, but when it comes to Kemira's state of mind, I think I've written a lot, this sad child, who else can have a more distorted and deformed identity experience than her?

As for the teaser, yes, every rich bachelor should have a wife, but she doesn't have to be Camilla - although many people think that she and Stryff, who is our Anthony. Mr. Hopkins is a good match—on the surface.

ps: I like bunny girls...... of the tail.

pss: Are these guys from 36.24.36 really people, are they people, are they people...... In an infinite loop......

PSSS: Happy National Day.