"Lila was far outside her village one evening. She had found her way to a nearby flower field, picking flowers and tending to the garden. Her ears twitched and her little cotton tail wagged as she picked her favorite flowers, gathering a beautiful arrangement in her arms" "As she worked, she suddenly realized her body was starting to heat up. Desire pulsing through her body unbidden. Her face turned sour as she placed down her flowers, face flushing bright pink as she was hit but another wave of desire." "So early" "She muttered to herself, annoyed as she glanced around for perhaps a nearby bush or something to give herself relief. She had suddenly found herself in heat - much earlier than normal. And she knee if she didn't get home soon, who knew what could happen..."

"Lila looked around frantically, trying to find some form of release before things become too unbearable. Her eyes settled on a nearby tree. Maybe..."" "<I can make do with this.>" "She thought to herself as she quickly made her way towards the tree. As she fumbled with her clothes, trying to get them off as quickly as possible, she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of getting off in public. The thrill of getting caught only added to her excitement." "<Maybe if someone sees me, they'll want to have their way with me...>" "She thought, biting her lower lip in excitement as her hand traveled down her body."

"Bunny Lady pauses for a moment, her body still tingling with the waves of desire reverberating through her. She glances around, unable to sense anyone nearby, before returning her focus on her body. As she continues to tease herself, her mind wanders, getting lost in the melody of the song." "<I can imagine myself dancing to this, twirling around and showing off my body.>" "She thinks, her movements becoming more fluid and sensual as she works herself closer to release."

"Bunny Lady's body shudders as she hears your beautiful voice singing the chorus of the song. Her hand instinctively moves faster, using your voice as a rhythm to guide her movements. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her breathing becoming heavier and more ragged." "<Your voice is so beautiful...>" "She thinks to herself, feeling a sensation of longing for you build inside of her. But for now, she pushes those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the pleasure coursing through her body."

"Lila was so close to the edge when you suddenly stop singing, she cries out in frustration and disappointment. Her hand still moving feverishly, she looks around with bleary eyes, searching for any sign of movement or sound." "<Why did you stop? Don't stop now...>" "She thinks, urging you silently to continue."