Well, getting an invite was... more than she was expecting? Not to mention that WHO the owner was was intersting; she was covered in front, exposed in back... like she was ready to get fucked deep in the ass. It was so exciting, it actually gave her a headache...<br/><br/>"Oooh... one moment..." she moaned, having to take a seat, not even noting the probing of her butt for a good while. "Dang my head fucking HURTS..."<br/><br/>It came as fast as it went though; Lapine shook her head, blinked her eyes, did what she could while the woman was introducing herself, but finally Lapine managed to get her shit together. Finally, her vision refocused, and she was staring at her sexy, custom bunny-themed thigh-highs and custom rig, ultralights, and kneepads.<br/><br/>Also her giant, 7 inches of futa-meat and swollen nuts just out there for the world to see. Like usually, along with her normal open-carry rig on her beltline (though could easily be dropped to the thigh-highs which integrated a thigh-rig into it). Her tactically-gloved hands pushed her back upright, displaying her bare chest proudly, and causing the small charm on her more-or-less fetishy collar to jingle quietly. The majority of her outfit was royal purple - same as her double-undercut frohawk - with plenty of white accents, bunny symbols most notably on her buckle, collar, and kneepads, with her English name /Runner Name of 'Bunny' on the collar, gloves, thighs, and belt... as well as barely visible on the partially-exposed part of her Colt Government 2066 Agent Custom, 'la Lapine Blanche'.<br/><br/>As usually, Lapine enjoyed her brazen exhibitionistic nudity quite a bit, given the subdermal armor modifications, reinforced bone lacing, cybernetic musculature, and... basically being about 98% 2nd-Gen 'borg at this point making it a lot safer for her to do so, yet aside from her body-of-a-goddess frame and equally as unnatural smoothness to her movements it would be hard to tell she was so modified. Hell, even her brain was basically a computer at this point! Or maybe it was... she hadn't quite gotten it looked at...<br/><br/>The poking at her butt came through, and instinctively Lapine tried to push it further into her sphincter, to minimal success. Darn her body, built for such sensitivity in her hindquarters! Even this little bit had her cock roaring to life, nipples hardening as she wished to get a thick one up her poop-shoot...<br/><br/>BUT that totally-normal-observation-of-her-everyday-clothing aside: bodyguards, escorting, short term work? Well, sounded like Lapine's wheelhouse!<br/><br/>"Put us on the list," Lapine said, then thought about it and glanced to the team, all of whom were... not primary ranged combatants except for Rita, who was also not as intrinsically able to get merced by bullets as she. "...or at least, put me on the short-list if nobody else. I have a decent amount of experience with this sort of thing!"<br/><br/>Hooray, more potential sources for work! This networking thing was easier than she feared! Now, despite her raging boner, there was a question: food now at the bar and grill, or try that Buddy-X place? Honestly, Lapine had never been a huge fan of simsense, so...