The male is "helpful"

She gasped out, accidentally inhaling more of his musk in the process. A moment later, she felt paws fumbling with her dress around her head and soon pulling it back down with a great tug. The sudden jerk rent the fabric and popped the small, delicate pin keeping it tightly bound around Sara's body, revealing more and more of her lithe little body to the passing onlookers. The bottom of Sara's dress had also torn a bit from the forceful rip it underwent, revealing a considerable portion of her back and butt. The bunny shakily tried to hold her dress in front of herself, but even with her small bosom, her barely contained cleavage was blatantly showing in all of its glory.

"Err, sorry kid," said the male lion standing over the hunched over bunny, "didn't mean to ruin your dress." He gave a shrug and went about his business, continuing on his way.

Sara struggled with the remnants of her sundress in a half-fazed stupor. The sensation of the masculine scent in her nose and strong, warm paws running down her trembling form, though very much a stranger, caused Sara's knees to grow a little wobbly. Then she remembered that the lion had called her a "kid", which instantly brought an expression of frustration to the young bunny's face. She wasn't a kid! She was an adult! An adult who was trying to find herself a nice boyfriend!

The rabbit stewed over this thought, becoming increasingly frustrated as the musky aroma in her snout began to fade away.