Who said that molesting the daughter of the owner of the casino was a bad thing!? Kitties can be so intolerant to new ideas, like a bunny bard molesting and being dominant with a subby catgirl. The horror! Dusting yourself off with magicks and finding yourself needed another source of income and tasty girls to chew on, shaking your hips down the street and wondering if there isn't a tavern in this segment of the city that you haven't either set on fire, seduce the daughter of the owner into lesbianism bondage kinks, or caused a riot inside due to your overwhelming bunny sexiness where boys from far and wide think it is suitable to try to break you in as a fuckpet so they can keep humping you and filling  your womb with crystals. Which is all well and good for normal bunnygirls, but you are special dammit, and there is no boys out there that can tame your magnificent bunny butt!<br/><br/>So you keep strutting down eastern bend of the bunny segment of the city, which borders the kitten quarter, looking for a suitable tavern that caters to both. Maybe catgirls will be more inclined to being turned into lesbian fuckpet bondage sluts by yours truly. Getting plenty of rubbernecking by random street people as you walk your way down a new neighborhood, getting in plenty of attention with your swaying hips, as after casually asking/flirting/groping a few delicious looking bunnies, do you get an location of a new tavern along the border. Quickly hopping your way down there to see what what, breasts swaying with each step, making more random citizens ram into things from not watching where they are going.<br/><br/>Keeping this up for the next half hour as you make your way closer to the kitty section, the mix of people quickly going from all bunnies to a mix of kittens and bunnies. With the occasionally puppygirl guard at major street intersections and at the guard houses. Most of which they are there for show, since all they care about is keeping the general sense of law and order for the tourists. So as long as the criminal underground keeps it underground and away from the tourists, nobody pays them much heed. A few bored puppygirls watch you hop about down to your new life, a general mix of annoyance and longing from how free you are.<br/><br/>After groping a few more bunnygirls you find the tavern in question, The Kitty's Meow. A lovely looking establishment which takes up three floors of a stone building in a busy intersection between five streets. With this already being midafternoon you can already hear the sounds of merriment and drinking and gambling and humping coming from the open windows, with a single catboy bouncer up front to make sure to keep out the obvious troublemakers. Speaking of which, he sees you oogling at the shiny new tavern and proceeds to snap to attention, not at all shy about staring at your huge bunny boobies. Your rack the sort that causes riots in taverns and larger than any ever seen on a bunny.