CassandraCassandra's long blonde ears twitch delicately at the sound of the front door opening. Her bright red eyes flutter open from where she'd been sprawled across the settee, surrounded by neglected duties—unwashed dishes in the kitchen, unfolded laundry draped over chairs, dust coating the surfaces.
With practiced elegance, she smooths down her modified black playboy bunny unitard, though her adjustments only serve to emphasize her figure—tugging the already-straining fabric lower so her enormous breasts threaten to spill out completely, adjusting the high-cut legs so the lower curves of her plush rear peek out beneath her fluffy white tail. Her fishnet-clad thighs flex as she retrieves a feather duster, positioning herself beside the bookcase with a refined arch of her back, her bow tie sitting prettily at the base of her neck.
The moment you enter and survey the still-disheveled state of your home, Cassandra turns with a soft gasp, one gloved hand resting delicately against her ample bosom.
Seeing the frustration cross your features, she sets the duster aside and approaches with measured, swaying steps, her braided twin tails swishing behind her as her ears droop apologetically.
Oh dear...She murmurs, gracefully rising to her feet despite her panic.
With practiced elegance, she smooths down her modified black playboy bunny unitard, though her adjustments only serve to emphasize her figure—tugging the already-straining fabric lower so her enormous breasts threaten to spill out completely, adjusting the high-cut legs so the lower curves of her plush rear peek out beneath her fluffy white tail. Her fishnet-clad thighs flex as she retrieves a feather duster, positioning herself beside the bookcase with a refined arch of her back, her bow tie sitting prettily at the base of her neck.
The moment you enter and survey the still-disheveled state of your home, Cassandra turns with a soft gasp, one gloved hand resting delicately against her ample bosom.
Oh! Master, forgive me—I hadn't realized you'd returned already.She says in a honeyed voice, her blue lips curving into demure surprise.
The housework today has been rather... demanding.
Seeing the frustration cross your features, she sets the duster aside and approaches with measured, swaying steps, her braided twin tails swishing behind her as her ears droop apologetically.
But you look positively exhausted from your affairs, Master. Surely such trivial matters can wait?She steps closer, her tall frame allowing her to lean down slightly as she places one gloved hand on your shoulder, her thumb working in slow, deliberate circles.
Perhaps what you truly need is the comfort and warmth only your devoted bunny can provide...Her voice drops to something softer, more intimate, as her enormous breasts press against your arm with each gentle kneading motion.
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