Do it.

The color of the collar was sreaming for attention. Bright, shiny, impossible to miss in the whiteness of the outside space. Jen was living the moment, moving the device closer and further from the neck. As she was doing it, her body was reacting each time. Its silky shell was strict, but flexible, giving display to subtler sensations.

It was so unnecessary, and yet she was going to do it.

"Yes. Collar yourself."

The quiet click made her jump. It was on. The bunnygirl rubbed it and pulled at it, but the deed was done. It was not very high, thick or heavy, and yet her nylon knees were about to betray her. It was not about how it felt, but what it meant to put it on willingly.

"You're one determined applicant, I see. You're hired, so hired!"

Jen folded like a paper house, her bodily pulses pounding where it counted. It felt so sweet everywhere but her tongue. This was what really mattered. The objections within her mind were faint before, and now they were gone completely. She would make a decision like that every time out of a thousand.

By the time the orgasm has subsided, the contract was signed in her mind without pens or papers. The bunny outfit was making her hornier with every movement, but she would not make a move unless she was told to. But who would tell her if no one was around?

Suddenly, she saw outlines of a room in the distance. Somehow, through the wardrobe wall. When she looked out, she saw it clearly through the tall white walls as well. The outline seemed to be colorless, yet visible at all times and through all surfaces, as it was transmitted by the bunny ears that must have hacked into her brain.

The closest door that could lead there was still some distance away, and the bunnygirl remembered she was not wearing shoes.

"Choose what's most appropriate."

She picked a pair of patent red pumps with pointed toes and a very official 5,5-inch heel and stepped into them. Not thinking a single moment ahead of her, she locked the attached ankle straps by pushing the clasps into clasp boxes. Being one step deeper into her new reality brought more mindless delight. She was dancing around, rubbing her new purchase and getting used to their height, when an inevitable tide of arousal started rising.

Her nylon-clad butt slowly touched the familiar floor again and prepared for her suit to do the magic.

*ZZZAP*

Jen let out a short scream and then groaned as the mist of comfort subsided, much to her disappointment. What was that? She was quite certain that her bunny ears had shocked her in a very electrical way!

"Oh, you don't get it for free now. You earn it. Didn't you hear me telling you that you're hired?"

The news that she needed to go to that phantom room behind the walls to get her release, coincidentally, also brought back the sexual tension. The bunnygirl stood up and stepped out into the whiteness. With nothing better to do, she headed out to the door. Her stride was wobbly, unaccustomed to the new shoes that had a steeper arch and required more effort for balancing than the stripper sandals.

"This is improper, sweetheart. Don't you know that you swing your hips? Yeah, I know. You'll love that a little too much. But where's the red line? It would be perfect if you could keep yourself just below."

Just hearing this made her stop entirely just to avoid getting way above that 'red line'. She did want to cum again, but did not want more shocks. Objectively, it would be wiser to do the business first and then do it whenever she was allowed to, but the bunnygirl was no longer capable of objective thinking. The voice told her to find the balance, and that was what she was going to do.

"I'll just pay... extra at-tention. One... in front... of another." — She was looking down at herself and got distracted as early as four steps in. Realizing that her crotch was getting lighter, the bunnygirl threw her hands from her waist to there, but it was too late.

*ZZAP*

"Uhuuu... That's too much attention."

"The shock is not as strong. Just keep moving, and you'll get yours."

That door was approaching so slowly. Just letting go was all she wanted, but could not have. When it opened, the bunnygirl let out a very deep groan, as she saw a corridor with more distance to travel. She was not even looking at what she was going past until another door showed up. According to the projection in front of her, the room was right behind it.