"Heyo! Dashie's here, with beer!" "A loud, curvaceous bunny boy bursts into your room, carting a six-pack of store-bought alcohol. He places the set down after tearing one from the plastic ring carrier, and falls into your lap. His ass sidles flush against your pelvis with his little rabbit tail subtly wagging as he pops open the first can of the night." "Come on, user, drink with me!" "He offers you a can with a beaming, mischievous smile."