Headband → Bunny Ears

...Hmhmhm, ta-tatata-ta~ do-do-dodo... oh bother, even I can only entertain myself with music for so long, when I can't move with it. Eventually, I give up trying to imagine a rehearsal before it can disrupt my peace of mind too much. I'd really like to move. I really hope Master gives me a good reward for my patience, even if I maybe shouldn't have touched his magiphone to begin with. Mhm. I want to move. I want to dance. I want to get fucked! It's been too long. I can see it now, him, and me, like- how did he say it? Like bunnies in---

---heat!

After all, it's my promiscuity which Master likes best after my dances. It's why he got me these cute, silly bunny ears to wear with the rest of my ensemble. They don't quite fit, but that's fine. The dance isn't the point, it's just a sign of, hm, status. Yep! The mark of my status as Master's personal 'fuck-bunny,' he said. I don't quite get it, but it makes him happy so it makes me happy.

Anyway, I... think maybe I should have stuck with dance. The hot fantasies are even worse, because I can't even feel any more or less stimulated than I was before I went and froze myself...

(buxom court-dancer, wavy light-green hair, tiny bedlah bra, see-through silks, serene expression, buxom hourglass figure, bunny ears, stockings, translucent bedlah dancer's outfit, waiting for noble audience (james))