Nyah, how did she know about Alex? And how dare she insult that dreamboat of a fox boy! I floof my tails out angrily, and saunter closer to the table, so I can take a clear look at this upstart bunny girl. They seem to have some sort of strange betting chips, but I want nothing to do with them. For some reason, just the sight of them makes me feel distressed.<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, you think you some sort of savvy bunny then? Then how about we prove it with a bet!? Nyah! Let's play even odds with the number of crystals inside of me. Losers get drained by my mouth and winners get a cut of the profits from selling the crystals. Now let's see if you are that eager to prove yourself to a real foxy lady..."</strong>I say, softly patting my plump belly full of crystals.