Velvet gets put in a literal bunny suit

“Ah, Ms. Adel, excellent.” A slim man with wavy black hair and a swanky suit greeted them as the burst into the lobby, “I was just down to check for you, I see you even secured a playmate.”

“Hey, you’re Mylius, right?” Coco three back casually was she wrangled with Velvet, “Yeah this is Velvet, isn’t she just a doll?”

“Call me Mr. Betani,” the gentleman corrected primly, “And yes, she looks to have much potential.” He acquiesced as he scanned Velvet’s figure. The Faunus girl in question squirmed.

“Alright, I’m here, so what do I have to do?” Velvet managed to ask, desiring to get it all over with.

“We have a couple of rounds of solo pinups for you both to do separately, then we’ll put you together for a big double-spread as a finale,” Mr. Betani explained in his smooth voice, “We’re keeping it all very simple today, so if I can send you to your stations right away, we could be done in an hour or so.”

“Awesome,” Coco agreed before Velvet could ask any follow-ups, “Just tell us where to go.”

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“I can’t believe you would demand this of me!”

“Ms. Scarletina, do calm down,” Maddy Prism, the photographer woman assign to Coco’s second, reprimanded, “That outfit is perfectly tasteful.”

“Tasteful!? It’s a mockery! It’s completely exploitative!” Velvet continued to shout from behind the changing screen.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” the photographer mumbled under her breat, then raised her voice again “You are blowing this out of proportion, young lady. That outfit was not named with disparaging your race in mind, and nothing about its design is offensive.”

“Well... you’re right, but-“

“No buts unless you’re sticking yours out for the camera,” the photographer interrupted, ignoring the affronted gasp, “Change and come out already, it’s what you agreed to.”

Velvet went quiet at that, and after a few long moments reluctantly stepped out from behind the screen, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, pantyhose, and heels.

“Excellent,” Maddy commented, “We can begin.”

“There shoes are uncomfortable.” Velvet complained as she walked down from the raised dias in the middle of the room, only to stumble onto the carpet with a low cry.

“Sorry, sorry,” she babbled as she crawled back to the stairs, “let me just.”

“Stop.” Maddy commanded firmly as Velvet froze and peeked back at her, “This pose will do to start with.” And with that statement she started snapping her camera away.

Velvet wimpered pitifully as she listened to the click of the shutters. She felt dirty and weak as she let the older human women capture photos of her bent over on her knees in the ridiculous get-up. It was as bad as getting leered at by the boys at school, worse when she remembered that the pictures would be printed and circulated around the world. Thousands of men possess a copy of this permanent image of her, would lust for her, would probably masturbate over her pictures, slurring out demeaning comments as they did so.

Unbeknownst to Velvet’s conscious awareness, her hips wiggled sensuously as an itchy warmth bloomed in the core of her sex.

“That will do for a start,” Maddy’s comment snapped Velvet from her stupor, “I need to go process these and then cycle you from some more poses and outfits with a fresh memory card. Be ready for more.”

The photographer woman then smartly walked out the door, leaving Velvet lying anxious and conflicted on the floor alone, as she had been for some time now.