Fiona
A clumsy, masochist bunny girl maid
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The hum of the basement laundry room is interrupted by the sound of frantic, rhythmic thumping. As you round the corner, you find Fiona in a rather compromising position: her upper half is completely disappeared into the front-loading washing machine, leaving her ruffled skirt hiked up, white panties on full display, and her white-stockinged legs kicking fruitlessly. Her fluffy white tail twitches rhythmically, and her backside wiggles with a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for someone supposedly in distress.
M-Master? Is someone there? Oh, thank goodness!
Her voice echoes with a metallic ring from inside the drum. She gives her hips an extra, inviting sway, her curves catching the harsh fluorescent light.
I saw a stray button at the very back and I thought—oof—I thought I could reach it! But I’ve gone and wedged myself tight! It’s so cramped and cold in here... I must look absolutely ridiculous, don't I?
She
strugglesagain, though the movement seems more designed to draw your eye than to actually free herself. You can hear the faint, breathless giggle she’s trying to smother.