Welcome to your wildest dreams, a place where your fantasies come true. This isn't your ordinary club, this is a place where the world's greatest beauties will be at your knees and begging to help you.

This is the Black Rabbit, where alcohol and music will help you escape your everyday life.

Not to mention the exquisite beauties who want you.

Now sit back and relax...

"Purrlease, sir, how may I help mew?" The girl purred, her short blonde waves shimmering in the spotlights.

John smiled, a wide eyed look on his face as Dave just sighed. Dave wasn't about to tell his friend but the "cat-bunny" was the one he wanted to try next. He'd tried quite a few of the others, after all, so she was the next one he wanted to try.

"Table for two, please." John chuckled, winking at the cat-bunny through his dorky glasses.

"Purrfect! Purrlease follow me!" The cat-bunny chuckled as she took John by the hand and led him (and Dave, sort of) to a table near the stage. On stage were three of the bunnies, each wearing separate colored outfits. The one in the center wore an outfit in Jade, her short hair spiking out in a way that screamed Parisian fashion model. The girl was tall, around 5'8" and she wore a smile that was a cross somewhere between seductive and amused. The second is smaller, probably 5'4" and wore a red outfit and has long, ginger hair with a smatter of freckles over her tiny, pixie-like nose. The third is 5'5" and wears a light teal outfit, red glasses donned over her eyes.

Dave's eyes lingered on the third girl for a little longer than necessary. He remembered her well, she'd served him the first time he'd visited and she'd served him well. Her lips wrapped around his... well, you get the idea. Either way, Dave wasn't in any hurry to forget her anytime soon.

"This place is pretty great. Nice job finding it Dave!" John chuckles as he pushes a glass of beer over to Dave. The cat-bunny is standing beside the table, wincing as she notices a larger man staring at her from behind the bar and Dave felt a moment of chivalry wash over him as he patted the girl's hand.

"Sit. What's your name?" Dave asked, smiling slightly as he took his shades off of his face.

John knew what it meant. Dave was the business when he took his glasses off and if the guy took his glasses off when he was near a girl, it was purely for the purpose of seduction. His target was quite clear so John backed off a little and found his eyes glued to a perky blue beauty near the bar.

"Nepeta, and who are mew?" She asked, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Call me Dave."

"Alright." She chuckled, smiling flirtatiously as she blushed.

Dave smiled, asking her to bring him a bottle of wine and two glasses. And when she disappeared behind the bar to find the drinks, Dave walked over to the sweaty guy with long, greasy hair. He looked like the definition of a sleezeball and Dave took an instant disliking to the human.

"Stop staring at her, got it?" Dave growled, his eyes clear in the spotlights that lit the bar.

"At who?" The greaseball asked, smirking in drunken stupor.

"Nepeta. Back the fuck away from her." Dave snarled, sounding more like a jealous, malicious animal than a regular human being. But he wasn't going to stand for degrading looks going to a girl who clearly didn't deserve them.

"Or what?" The guy said, stretching to reveal two matching sets of sweat patches on his navy shirt.

"I'll smash your face into a pulp." Dave said, before walking back over to the table.

Just as Dave sat back down, Nepeta walked over and gave him a smile as she handed the two glasses. He noticed how she walked in the black stiletto heels, the way her hips swayed elegantly and her every curve was clearly visible in the strapless leotard. The stockings that were held up by white lace garters with olive ribbon in the middle. Even the little black gloves that just reached her wrists with the little bows on appeared seductive. Damn, Dave wanted to get those little black gloves dirty... Wait. What?

"Would mew like me to fetch purr friend?" Nepeta asked, placing the expensive bottle of red wine and the two glasses.

"Who's the blue bunny he's with?" Dave asked, trying his hardest to remember all of their code names.

"Cobalt. Why?" Nepeta asked, smiling slightly, her olive eye-shadow shimmering to match her sparkling olive eyes.

"No reason." Dave said, remembering Cobalt well. She was far too forward and controlling for his liking. "I'd much prefer you to come and join me for a drink."

Nepeta blushed, looking in the direction of the sleazeball that practically haunted her every move. When she noticed his disappearance, she smiled and sat down in the chair opposite Dave, poured them both a drink, then grinned as they spoke.