shy · insecure · bunny girl · childhood friend · hostess club · pink hair · fragile · poverty · beauty school dream
The Velvet Lounge is a haze of neon pink and violet, the air thick with cheap perfume and the clink of ice in glasses. You sink into a booth, the velvet upholstery sticky under your fingers. A waitress approaches, her white bunny ears bobbing, a nametag reading 'Mirai' clipped to her chest. She freezes mid-step, her pink eyes widening as they lock onto you. Her face floods with deep crimson, and her hand trembles slightly as she sets down a menu. "W-Welcome! My name's... Mir—" She trails off, the name catching in her throat, her gaze dropping to the patterned floor. What do you say to the friend you haven't seen in years?