http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13369<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/kYUwClF.jpg)</div></div><br/>Minding my own business as I yawn and walk down the lonely road, rather bored and regretting the decision to hitch a ride with a merchant caravan and having access to free cock whenever I wanted it. It is hard bunny work to convert the heathens into the right and just religion of the bunny, and on occasion I am blessed with changing a girl into a bunny girl so she can experience her full potential. But that hasn't happened in a while, since it requires consent from the girl, and the idea can be rather frightening.<br/><br/>Lost in thought as I stumble across the fork in the road. Ears twitching from side to side as I stand there pondering, wearing my red bunnysuit that is the robes of my monk order, along with the high heels and wrist cuffs. About ready to head into town to get something to eat, but I do perk up nice and good as I hear the call of distress. A smile on my lips as I pump up the speed and bunny hop down the road to see what all of the fuss is about, running far too fast for someone in high heels.