The gamblers get all the more distracted by your trip and exposing yourself in the cage, which means more mistakes and more money for the house. The foreman nearby gives you a thumbs up for your totally not staged-staged performance, and not at all yelling at you for being a stupid bunny. You also get plenty of more tips, along with a few gold coins as well.<br/><br/>The foreman writes down who ever gives you gold tips for the record, since it is only proper for you to show your thanks later with some private 'dance' lessons for those rich tipsters. All the while the day continues on, along with your shift and plenty of dancing and listening in the patrons around you.<br/><br/>Your perky bunny ears do eventually pick up something rather interesting. Two men sitting at a gambling table by themselves talking about a shipment of recently captured kittygirls that will be coming in tonight. There is an island where native catfolk reside and are regular poached by the humans for being used for labor and petgirls, all of which is perfectly semi-legal. Slavery is illegal, but petgirls are legal in the most strained sense of the term. Still, something for a lawful bunnygirl monk to get all righteous and pissed off about.