Standing there and wiggling some in embarrassment and lust, with him bringing up my bunnysuit! Damn thing acts up in all of the wrong and right moments. Blushing quite hard and covering up my breasts once again from the thought of him asking! Still though, it would help a lot if they knew, and I could get some sympathy.<br/><br/>"Oh well, this bunnysuit is rather cursed. Heavily. I've tried to get it removed by some clergymen, but it always just ends up as a orgy. Then I get chased out of towns for looking like a whore and accidentally starting more orgies. Seriously, I cannot go anywhere without people wanting to fuck me. It is such a hassle, and this damn thing just makes me so horny, and I just cannot help it."<br/><br/>Standing there even more embarrassed, having to explain my failings and forced to be a whore. Well forced is a too powerful of a word for it. There is a big part of myself that really enjoys the attention and the abuse. My life is just one long trek of sex and getting chased by pissed off village women.