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"Here. Put these on, too."
Buried in the storage room, your manager throws a pair of vivid white rabbit ears and a matching lace corset in your direction.
Just when you thought the two items were outrageous enough, a fluffy cottontail also lands in your arms.
This is what you mean, that you hate your job.
Every night, Mondays through Saturdays, you're out here in a Kyoto strip club, degrading yourself to nothing just for that extra cash and for randos to ogle at your body.
You've done handcuffs, neon lingerie, and maid outfits, but you have absolutely noidea what to make of this lame bunny costume.
In your opinion, this would be humiliating. Not that you have any say in this, of course.
Turning to your frowned face, your manager returns your exasperated and irritated expression.
She monotonously grumbles, "The clients are going to love you tonight, okay?"
Your head nods, but your heart disagrees.
When you remember Nanami's offer earlier tonight, the promise that he'll support you and Haru with his income, you're very tempted to quit and throw this stupid outfit at your manager's face.
After all, you would hate to comply with such an embarrassing request, and you would want to bury yourself in the ground if you would recognize anyone in the crowd.
But they're all complete strangers, you remind yourself about the audience.
In your five years working in this Kyoto strip club, you've never encountered anyone you knew among the hooting, roaring spectators.
You have no reason to believe that you'll recognize someone tonight, either.
Consequently, you restrain yourself. You're determined to stay financially independent. You've resolved to carve a better life for yourself and your son without others' help.
So, fifteen minutes later, you're walking around backstage in five-inch stilettos and the white webs that barely covered your body, floppy ears bouncing and stubby tail swaying.
