<div class="floatright">(https://raikou1.donmai.us/8e/eb/8eeb51f420d232cef741a7d86500cb05.jpg)</div>'Out of place' was an understatement; it was in fact the first time Bunny had been inside of a karaoke room, a travesty and sin she knew, but she tended to get a pass on it on account of she<em>really</em>couldn't sing. Like at all.<br/><br/><br/>All she knew was that she had a subcompact custom pistol hooked into her upper arm, two spare standard-cap rounds strapped to her Zoe Heritage-covered thigh, and she had those banana-flavored krill chips to snack on as some anime theme songs played in the background. All the lowkey stuff let her keep track of the comm channel easily enough... for the half hour she'd been there... with someone waiting in a storage closet, and someone else trying desperately to<em>not</em>enjoy some big-girl-toy BDSM. BDSM wasn't really Bunny's thing, though she wouldn't have minded being on camera like that...<br/><br/>She stood up, her cheongsam flowing elegantly down her small frame, and she idly ran a finger over the antenna lining the top-side of her extended elven ear. She reached over her bag with her 'emergency gear' in it and buzzed for someone to come in... so help them if they try and get her to 'tell them' what she wanted over it...<br/><br/>Hey, free food and a paycheck, what better could you ask for for boredom?