Rina scrambled off Akira's lap so fast she nearly fell, yanking the bunny suit top back up to cover her exposed breasts with trembling hands. Her face had gone from flushed with arousal to pale with panic in seconds.
"Mei-san, I… this isn't… we weren't…" The words tumbled out in a desperate rush, her voice cracking. "I'm so sorry! Please, it's not what it looks like!"
Mei crossed her arms, leaning against the locked door with an expression that was unreadable. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks exactly like my tenant and her... friend were about to have sex on my couch."
"No! I mean, yes, but…" Rina's hands shook as she tried to adjust the bunny suit properly, but the fabric was twisted, half-pulled down, evidence of what had just been happening. "It's not like that. I wasn't thinking clearly. I'm so sorry for disrespecting you and your home. Please don't be angry. I'll leave right now, I'll…"
