Ynthella's breasts are bared

"Wait," says Ynthella, backing away as the grinning hunters close in on her. "Just a second. This is a joke, right? You're not really going to..."

"Sure we are."

"But you can't do that kind of thing."

"Says who?"

"It's just not... you can't go around taking off people's clothes whenever you feel like it."

"Not whenever we feel like it. Only on Bunny Day."

"There's no such thing as Bunny Day."

"This is the first one."

"But you can't just make up a holiday as an excuse to do whatever you like."

"We didn't make it up," says a hunter, pointing to you. "That guy did."

"Who the hell is that guy?"

"The Panty Raider."

"He calls himself the Panty Raider, and you're letting him make up holidays? Ridiculous. I refuse to take part in it."

You respond by grabbing the bodice of Ynthella's elaborate frilly dress and pulling it down around her waist to reveal her full, round breasts, capped with deep pink nipples. The hunters all laugh as she squeals and tries to yank the bodice back up. You take advantage of her distraction to jam a pair of pink bunny ears down on her head.

"Hey, look," someone yells. "It's Ynthella, the bare-boobed bunny girl!"

"No! I am not the bare-boobed bunny girl! Don't call me that!"

Ynthella's almost got her boobs back into her dress. You grab her hands, pin them behind her back and fasten them together with a twist of lace from someone else's stockings. Then you pull the bodice back down again. A few buttons pop, baring her almost to the navel.

You stand back to admire your handiwork. The hunters cheer and high-five each other as Ynthella stands before them, scowling, trying to wriggle her hands free of their bonds. Her breasts bounce pleasantly as she struggles.

"Stop looking," she snaps. "I said, stop it! Don't you know who I am!"

"Of course we do," says one of the hunters. "You're Ynthella."

"Exactly!"

"Ynthella, the bare-boobed bunny girl."

"No!"