Pouting even harder than before, trying to look mighty, before getting yanked about by my bunny ears. Letting out a very lewd moan from being touched there, easily subdued as the mean lady draws some circle and drags me inside. Whimpering and holding onto my sensitive bunny ears once she lets go. Looking around at the black landscape and buildings and loud people, whimpering even more as I stand there bewildered.<br/><br/>Covering up my bunny teats some more as I look at the crowd and try to make sense of the difference from where I was just at. Utterly lost and confused as I wiggle my legs together once more for reassurance. Just standing there for a bit to see if someone helpful will show up, maybe a tour guide? Surely towns this big would have such people to help rural folks and poor bunnies around to go sight seeing.