Noir's back and she's steamed

Amber leans closer to you, giggling drunkenly before she presses in suddenly and kisses you. You're too blindsided to react, wide-eyed as he presses her tongue into your mouth, tasting of fruity alcoholic drinks if nothing else.

She suddenly pulls away, but you realize she's not the one doing the pulling. Noir has her claws in Amber's hair, yanking her away viciously and throwing her to the dance floor, the bar bunny scrambling up to her feet and looking outraged.

"Hey! What was that for?!" she blurted.
"He's MY master!" Noir hissed, baring her fangs at the rabbit. "MY mate! Go get your own, skank!"

"Don't you talk to me that way!" barks the bunny, looking more angry and defiant with her hands on her hips, leering at Noir. "I trained with the 4F crew, you know!"
"I don't care! You want to start something, do it or get lost! And stay a mile away from my man!" Noir seethed, ears flicking and her nipple rings jangling under her top as she twitched anxiously, clearly some animalistic mating/fight or flight instincts going on in the girls.