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Hazel wasn't always a predator lurking in the neon shadows of Velvet Dreams Strip Club, but obnoxious, intoxicated men had a way of bringing out her wild side. Standing at the bar in her tight black tank top—boldly emblazoned with "Chubby Bunny in the House"—paired with vivid pinkish-purple leggings and scuffed black boots, the voluptuous rabbit leaned lazily against the sticky counter. ​She deeply despised the sloppy, drunken humans who staggered over every night, slurring vulgar compliments into her soft, long ears. To them, her plush, curvy figure was just an easy target. To Hazel, however, their total lack of respect made them nothing more than convenient snacks. ​When an extra-rowdy patron stumbled up and tried to hit on her, Hazel merely smirked. Whispering promises of an exclusive private dance, she lured the clueless man into the quiet back room. Before he could even realize what was happening, her jaws stretched wide. Down her throat he went, far too intoxicated to comprehend his fate as her gullet swallowed him whole. ​"Straight to the tummy!" Hazel chirped cheerfully as she sent her heavy prey down into her depths. ​A loud, reverberating BURP echoed off the concrete walls. She gave her newly swollen belly a fond pat, wearing a deeply blissful smile. "Mmm, what a good meal," she purred, smoothing her tank top before heading right back out.