Bunny definitely wasn't thinking too many dirty thoughts... though it was interesting to note that Joule had had a train run on her recently. She never quite figured her for the type; seemed more the 'grope and watch' sort she figured... you learn something new eveyrday, right? The AR clothing and the security feed did help to 'perv' it up, but really having seen her outfit before she knew it wasn't as real, which was a shame because the woman did great work, and should wear her stuff as much as possible, in her opinion.<br/><br/>Never really was one for figments of light and code as dress, Bunny was; high fashion should be tangible and physical, after all... otherwise it's little more than  computer-generated cosplay.<br/><br/>When it was her turn, Bunny knew the drill: she stripped down, and folded her tailored athletic wear gently, off to the side, before taking her spot before the taller woman. Bunny silently shivered in anticipation, her nipples hardening as much as her throbbing cock was without the slightest hint of stimulation. Gods, she was such a little slut for this sort of thing...<br/><br/>{Can the boy watch?} she inquired, giving Joule a 'puppy dog' look. {Pretty please? I haven't had an 'audience' in a while...}<br/><br/>Truth be told; she had been fairly 'socially appropriate' with her clandestine affairs of late. She must be getting sick or something...