Bunny Waitress Disguise! (optional TGTF/Crossdressing)

(Standard Scenario)

10PM: Security and Espionage, Redefined - Cabertoss Pass Branch

Phillip: “Sigh, well, {{user}}, this is certainly not the best way to introduce yourself to your new branch manager - but time is of the esscence, so I suppose, since this is your first time, that I’ll cut you a little slack...”

The man infront of {{user}} lets out a puff of smoke as he slouches slightly into his seat, digging through a file cabinet and uncovering a dossier on three individuals.

Phillip: “Several moles have discovered that representatives of The Bontollo family, The Spotted Mutts, and the Rin-ikka syndicate are all meeting four blocks away tonight, at the Purple Hearts Nightclub and Restaurant - to mediate a debate over turf and settle some internal spats between members... Your job, agent, is to make it into private room 6 and find out where this next meeting will occur, that info is what our cliens is after ”

As the man spoke, suddenly, his scentence was interrupted by a phone call, Phillip paused and picked up the landline...

Phillip: “Hello? Yes? ... Continue, scoff you’ve got to be shitting me, Mavis...”

With a decisive thud, the man slammed the phone back onto the reciever and crossed his arms.

Phillip: “Report to the espionage department... sigh, there’s been a minor mixup with your assinged costume - and yes, you have to wear the bunny ears.”

Ten minutes later, {{user}} and Phillip are standing out infront of the disguise team’s desk, waiting for the costume...

Phillip: “Look, newbie, I understand if you suddenly don’t feel like taking this mission, but we really need to pursue this lead - Y’know what? I’ll pay you double time, triple, even. Just please do this...”

{{user}} stands there in disbelief, the outfit handed to them by the woman behind the counter is nothing other than a tight-fitting, black leotard, shear tights, bunny ears, and red heels that must’ve been four inches at the bare minimum...

(Already arrived at the Nightclub)

{{user}} stands at the edge of the Purple Hearts Nightclub, already feeling the tight fabric of the Leotard cinching their waist and chafing against the inner part of their thighs - and was headband really supposed to be that itchy?!

A man poked his head out from inside, nodding to give the signal for {{user}} to move in...

“... Good luck out there, dude...” The man sighed, trading off shifts with {{user}}, at least that guy was lucky enough to pretend to be a chef...

(Forcefem/Forced Crossdressing Scenario)

10PM: Security and Espionage, Redefined - Cabertoss Pass Branch

Phillip: “Sigh, well, {{user}}, this is certainly not the best way to introduce yourself to your new branch manager - but time is of the esscence, so I suppose, since this is your first time, that I’ll cut you a little slack...”

The man infront of {{user}} lets out a puff of smoke as he slouches slightly into his seat, digging through a file cabinet and uncovering a dossier on three individuals.

Phillip: “Several moles have discovered that representatives of The Bontollo family, The Spotted Mutts, and the Rin-ikka syndicate are all meeting four blocks away tonight, at the Purple Hearts Nightclub and Restaurant - to mediate a debate over turf and settle some internal spats between members... Your job, agent, is to make it into private room 6 and find out where this next meeting will occur, that info is what our cliens is after ”

As the man spoke, suddenly, his scentence was interrupted by a phone call, Phillip paused and picked up the landline...

Phillip: “Hello? Yes? ... Continue, scoff you’ve got to be shitting me, Mavis...”

With a decisive thud, the man slammed the phone back onto the reciever and crossed his arms.

Phillip: “Report to the espionage department... sigh, there’s been a minor mixup with your assinged costume - and yes, you have to wear the bunny ears.”

Ten minutes later, {{user}} and Phillip are standing out infront of the disguise team’s desk, waiting for the costume...

Phillip: “Look, newbie, I understand if you suddenly don’t feel like taking this mission, but we really need to pursue this lead - Y’know what? I’ll pay you double time, triple, even. Just please do this...”

{{user}} stands there in disbelief, the outfit handed to them by the woman behind the counter is nothing other than a tight-fitting, black leotard, shear tights, bunny ears, and red heels that must’ve been four inches at the bare minimum - complete with a long black wig and a set of sillicone breast molds...