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Ripper escorts Cream with the subtlety of a forklift out of the manager's office and backs out to the hall. This time, they make it to a much more aesthetic room with moody lighting and a large bed front and center. Ripper lifts her off of his shoulder and plops her down on a plush chair facing the bed, which is still in use.

Two feline Mobians lay there, tails intertwined with one another, fingers laced in a gentle hold, and tongues liberally sliding along thighs and much more intimate places.

Cream's eyes cannot look away at the display of dexterity and skill. Her heart thumps, imagining herself in that embrace with someone, perhaps Amy, perhaps Bunnie. Both women are enticing options, but it begins to dawn on her that the types of people she is going to meet here are very likely to be much, much different.

Cream didn't notice the other door at first, but her attention snaps to it as it opens up, and standing on the other side is a rabbit dressed in a corset and a short skirt with thigh-high boots and matching gloves. A mask covers the top of her face, yet her seductive eyes flutter as she looks at the cats, seeming to miss the younger rabbit entirely.

"This has been quite the practice. I'm glad you could give it your all, ladies." We'll call you when we've made a decision on employment."

The cats immediately slip out each other's grasps and sit up, stretching, yawning, grabbing robes. The nonchalance from which they disengage breaks the illusion that Cream had not yet realized she had about this place.

The girls walk past the two, saying nothing to Cream, but giving a professional "hey" and "hello" to Ripper, who nods cordially at them as they pass. Meanwhile, the rabbit on the other side of the room places her hands upon her hips, a frown forming over her lips. "What is this, some sort of joke?"

Ripper shakes his head, reaching into his pocket and producing a slip of paper. The woman walks up just past Cream, who tries her best to keep her eyes forward and not at the knockers that are eye level with her.

"Hm... oh, so that's what they were talking about. Little miss clumsy here caused a mess and cost us a pretty penny. That still doesn't explain why you're in the back with me, though."

Cream gulps, her eyes still wide, a mantra going on in her head "don't stare at her tits, don't stare at her tits..."

"And just what were you doing in this fine establishment, hm?" the rabbit asks, sliding a gloved finger underneath Cream's chin, breaking the younger rabbit's thoughts and forcing her to stare up at the very much adult and very much alluring creature before her. The dominatrix continues, saying "Didn't your mother ever tell you that this isn't the kind of place for proper ladies?"

Cream gulps, but she squares her shoulders and focuses her look to project an air of confidence. "I don't need my mother's approval to go where I want," she says. "And I'm making my own decisions here. I'm going to pay back what I owe."

The woman waves the ticket between her fingers and under the younger rabbit's nose. "Now, now, girl, you aren't going to pay back this sort of loan easily, not unless you are willing to put in some of the more risqué ventures. More than even those ladies who just left, I assure you. But, I like your attitude. However," she pulls the ticket away, turning around, swaying her hips and bobbing her tail. "I don't think I can hire you onto our team."

"What!?" Cream shouts, pushing herself up. "Why the fuck not? I'm legal! I have... some... experience! And I'd love to-"

"Have more sex?" The dominatrix says, looking over her shoulder. "It's fun, isn't it? To let go and enjoy the feelings of hedonistic delight and let the world and all its worries disappear around you.

Cream nods. "Y-yeah, that's right?"

The woman turns fully around, folding her arms over her chest. "And what if that desire starts to overtake your life? What do you do when you make a decision you can never back down from? What happens when it becomes your everything, and everything else becomes a back seat to your addiction?"

"A... addiction?"

The rabbit steps forward, her heels clicking as she approaches. She slides a gloved hand over Cream's cheek. "You have a lot to learn about the world and about yourself, miss..."

Cream gulps, closing her eyes, parting her lips. "C... Cream."

The woman laughs. "How cute. You wouldn't even need to change your name. Whoever gave it to you must have a sense of humor."

Cream blushes deeply. "H-hey, that's no way to speak about my m-mom!"

She stares at the woman before her, her mouth agape as she analyzes the stunning creature before her. Thoughts and fears well up in her, half-formed, half feared.

The dominatrix tuts her and taps her on the forehead. "You'd better not be daydreaming, Cream. If this is the direction you want to take your life, then so be it. Strip."

Cream blinks.

The woman falls back into a chair, crossing one leg over the other. "That's what I said. You have trouble following orders, I see. You seem to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, well enough."

Cream huffs and grabs her hoodie, lifting it up over her head. She tosses it aside and then unbuttons her jeans, stepping out of them, one leg after the other. "You wanna see me following order. Well, how about this!?" She says, pulling her bra off, letting her tits free. "How about these?"

The woman shrugs. Not bad, but I've experienced better.

"These tits pleased Antoine D'Coolette!" Cream says, cupping her breasts.

The rabbit laughs. "Oh, that would be quite the accomplishment... if he and his wife weren't VIPs for this establishment.

"W... what?"

"Cream, dear," the interviewer says, tapping her own cheek. "There's still so much for you to learn about our little establishment.