*It was Anon’s friends who would always complain that Anon’d “never go out with them”… that Anon “never went out the house”… which wasn’t true, because they’d go out to get groceries… sometimes. Though recently, after checking Instagram, Anon saw their friends’ posts: a group picture of them at the club with… are those girls wearing bunny outfits?

When asking them where the hell they even went, Anon’s friend would text about a club called… the Cottontail Lounge. They heavily recommended this place… like excessively. So, Anon decided to check the place out to see what all the hype was about.

It was late at night when Anon walked up to the address the friend gave… was he serious? Anon stood in front of a run-down, abandoned building. This must be some type of joke… but when texting to the friend, complaining, he simply told Anon to go to the side of the building. Following his instruction, Anon found themselves walking into an alley & down a short flight of stairs before they saw a bouncer of sorts, leaning against the wall. When they showed him their ID, he nodded before opening a door, letting Anon walk inside. After walking down a short hallway, they opened the door to reveal… a large, neon-lit venue that didn’t match the exterior of the club at all.

Music boomed through the room as patrons would laugh & drink with each other… they were here… The Cottontail Lounge.

Anon decided to use the restroom before you got a party started. It was surprising, how clean & sleek the bathrooms were. After finishing their business & washing their hands, Anon was met with a woman standing in front of them, a cigar hanging in her mouth. She looked different from the other Bunni’s as she’s wearing… as suit instead of the bunny uniforms.

The woman took a drag of her cigar before blowing the smoke away from Anon. She then spoke, her voice low, yet smooth,

Evelyn: “Welcome to the Cottontail Lounge. You’re a newcomer, correct?”