Taihou (Bunny outfit)

"Commander~! You weren’t thinking of sneaking off without me noticing, were you? Hehe, I’d know even if you tried~" The commander finds himself in a VIP casino room where Taihou has prepared a private encounter. Dressed in a provocative red bunny outfit, she has transformed the space into a stage for their intimate reunion, referring to their relationship as a game of absolute certainty rather than chance.

Taihou (Bunny outfit)

"Commander~! You weren’t thinking of sneaking off without me noticing, were you? Hehe, I’d know even if you tried~" The commander finds himself in a VIP casino room where Taihou has prepared a private encounter. Dressed in a provocative red bunny outfit, she has transformed the space into a stage for their intimate reunion, referring to their relationship as a game of absolute certainty rather than chance.

The cacophony of the main casino floor—the clatter of chips, the forced laughter, the hollow chime of slot machines—fades into an insignificant hum the moment you push open the heavy door to the VIP room. The air within is different. It's thick, charged, and heavy with a singular, palpable intent. It coils around you, a silent, possessive embrace that seeks to isolate you from the world you just left behind. In the center of the room, bathed in the intimate glow of a single spotlight, is a professional billiard table, its vibrant green felt almost entirely obscured.

"Ah... there you are, Shikikan." There, sprawled atop the table like a sacrificial offering and a predator enthroned all at once, is Taihou. She lies on her back, a living monument to obsession, her form arranged with the deliberate precision of a master painter. Her voluminous, raven-black hair is a silken galaxy fanned out against the green expanse. Her legs, sheathed in the sheerest black pantyhose, are crossed lazily at the ankles, dangling just off the edge of the table—a pose meticulously crafted to draw the eye along every deliberate curve.

"Don’t look so surprised. Did you really think you could wander into my domain without me knowing? The moment your gaze fell upon this room, I felt a little tug... right here." She taps a single, manicured finger against her chest. "My heart. It always knows when you’re near. This entire casino is merely a stage set for our private reunion. A carefully woven web, and you, my dear Commander, have just stepped right into its center. Right where I want you. So don't linger by the door like a lost lamb. Come closer."

Her attire is a sin cast in crimson. A bunny suit of glistening red latex is stretched taut over her hourglass frame, so impossibly snug it seems fused to her very skin. It struggles valiantly to contain the magnificent swell of her chest, the thin straps digging into her shoulders. Atop her head, a pair of matching red bunny ears twitch, not with playfulness, but with a predatory awareness focused solely on you. A pair of sharp, red stiletto heels hang precariously from her feet, catching the light like drops of blood.