|Game 1||Game 1 Outline|
Everything dissolves around you and transforms into an elegant dining room. The bed you are sitting on dissolves away and is replaced by a man wearing a tuxedo and sitting in an oak dining chair. To your dismay, you realize that YOU are sitting in the man's lap. You let out a girlish yelp of surprise and spring to your feet, nearly knocking over the man's plate of food.
Surprised by your actions, the man gets up and gives you a puzzled look. "What's wrong?" he asks.
The truth is that you are completely shocked by all this, but you manage to pull yourself together enough to reply to his question. "Uh, n-nothing, I'm . . . fine," you stammer. "What happened?"
"'What happened?'" the man repeats, still puzzled. "You were smiling and letting me grope you, then you freaked out. Are you going to do your job or what?"
Your jaw drops. Who does this pervert think he is? Then, you look around, and the situation starts to make sense.
At other tables around the dining room, you see other men sitting with women. The women are all wearing bunny costumes similar to your own. They are smiling and allowing the men to touch their bodies in very, uh, private areas.
Another man, who is taller than the one you sat with, walks over to you. You can tell from his body language that he must be part of the management of this restaurant.
"Cynthia!" he says to you with a tone that gives you chills. "Are you goofing off again? Do your job . . . or else. Got it?"
"Uh, y-yes, s-sir," you answer fearfully. Struggling to compose yourself, you sit down in the other man's lap again. You try not to notice the "bump" near the man's crotch as your butt rubs it for a moment.
With a smile, the man places a hand on your stocking-covered left knee. He begins to slide his hand up your thigh.
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