Chapter 15: Highway to the Danger Zone

The pulsating bass of the Bikini Car Wash Boombox Disco Dash began to fade, the foam jets sputtering out their last bubbles as contestants were funneled toward a shimmering ramp coated in glitter and soap suds. The neon glow of the roller disco gave way to a fiery haze ahead, where the smell of BBQ sauce and sizzling meat mingled with the scent of sweat and coconut oil. The crowd surged along with the contestants, their cheers growing louder as the next spectacle came into view.

Blaine caught up to Bunny, his bronzed chest glistening under the carnival lights. His smirk was wider than ever as he looked her over, her golden skin still slick with foam and oil, her cheeks flushed from the exertion of the previous round.

“Alright, babe,” Blaine said, his deep voice resonating as he plucked two oversized, glitter-encrusted boomboxes shaped like flamingos from a nearby stand. He turned to Bunny, his signature smirk playing across his lips. “You want to crush this next event? Then it’s time to show me your balance. Let’s see if you can handle these.”

Bunny blinked at him, her cheeks already flushed from exertion—or was it something else entirely? “Both of them?” she asked, her voice light, teasing, but with a thread of disbelief.

“Both,” he confirmed, stepping closer, his bronzed chest almost brushing against her. With deliberate care, Blaine placed one flamingo boombox atop her head, steadying it with his strong hands. Then, with a calculated precision, he stacked the second on top. The weight made Bunny wobble immediately, her legs quivering as she fought for stability.

“Blaine!” she squealed, her voice pitching higher as she reflexively clutched his forearm for support. “They’re so heavy!”

“That’s the point, babe,” Blaine drawled, his hands sliding down to her hips in a possessive grip. He turned her gently toward the glittery ramp leading to the Aerobics Breakdancing BBQ Challenge. “Now jog. And keep those bad boys steady. Show me what you’ve got.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their chants of “BUNNY! BUNNY!” filling the air with infectious energy. Bunny bit her lip, drawing a shaky breath as she began to move forward. The tiny strings of her bikini shifted with every step, the skimpiest excuse for clothing barely holding her in place. Her bare, glistening thighs flexed as she jogged, and the boomboxes wobbled precariously but didn’t fall.

Blaine followed close behind, his presence palpable. His eyes lingered on her swaying hips, a predator savoring the sight of his prey. And then, without warning, his large hand darted out and delivered a sharp, playful spank to her ass.

“Balance, babe!” he called out, his tone somewhere between mockery and encouragement.

Bunny gasped, the sting of his hand sending a jolt through her that went straight to her core. Her steps faltered for a moment, but she quickly regained her rhythm, her hands fluttering upward to steady the precarious tower of boomboxes. “Blaine!” she protested, her voice breathy and high-pitched.

“You’re wobbling,” Blaine teased, his voice low and smug as he closed the distance between them. “Focus. You want to win, don’t you?”

She grit her teeth, her determination warring with the growing heat spreading through her body. With every step, she felt the slick fabric of her bikini bottoms clinging tighter to her skin, and a new thought whispered in the back of her mind: Is it showing? Can they tell how wet I am?

Another sharp spank landed on her ass, harder this time, and Bunny let out a startled yelp that dissolved into a helpless giggle. Her cheeks burned, but she couldn’t deny the thrill rushing through her. She wanted to glare at him, to demand he stop—but the crowd’s cheers and Blaine’s commanding presence left her giddy and unsteady in ways she couldn’t fully process.

“Almost there, babe,” Blaine said, his hand delivering another smack, this one lingering as his palm molded to the curve of her ass. “You’re doing great. Best view on the beach, I gotta say.”

Bunny stumbled slightly, her hands pressing harder against the boomboxes as she whispered, “Blaine, you’re gonna make me drop them...”

His chuckle was dark, filled with mischief. “Not if you stay focused. You’ve got this, Bunny. Just keep those legs moving—and that ass ready for more.”

She bit her lip, torn between frustration and exhilaration. Her heart raced as she neared the platform at the end of the ramp, her thighs trembling with effort. With every step, the crowd’s cheers grew louder, and her own sense of pride swelled alongside the heat pooling in her core. Do I care if they see? a small voice whispered in her mind. Or do I ... want them to?

Finally, Bunny reached the end of the ramp, her body practically buzzing with adrenaline. She came to a stop, her knees slightly bent as she fought to keep the boomboxes steady. Blaine was right behind her, his hands gripping her hips once more as he steadied her.

“C’mon, Bunny,” he said, his tone thick with approval as he delivered another punishing spank. “You can handle it. Look at you—you’re killing it.”

Her chest heaved as she pushed onward, the flamingo boomboxes wobbling precariously. The heat of Blaine’s gaze, the sting of his hand, and the wild chants of the crowd all fused into a heady cocktail that left her breathless and tingling.

As they neared the aerobics stage, Blaine grabbed the boomboxes from her head with a flourish and tossed them to an attendant. Bunny came to a shaky stop, her thighs trembling, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted as she caught her breath.

“You’ve got the best balance on this beach, babe,” Blaine said, stepping closer. His hand slid over her hip and squeezed, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. “And the best assets. I just made sure of it.”

The contestants’ bodies glistened under the hot lights, their oiled skin shimmering with the allure of temptation as they stretched, every motion deliberate and sensual. The thin straps of their outfits clung precariously to their forms, framing curves and muscles that flexed with practiced grace. A playful tension buzzed through the air, amplified by the judges perched in their gaudy lifeguard chairs. Their gold lamé pants sparkled, catching the neon light, as their tongs clicked in time to the thumping bass, a teasing summons that had more than a few contestants smirking.

Blaine’s eyes burned with intent as he grabbed Bunny’s waist, his rough palms igniting a spark that seemed to leap through her. With effortless strength, he hoisted her high, her yelp of surprise swallowed by the roar of the crowd. She felt the hard press of his hands against her as he carried her toward one of the event’s centerpiece grills—cold now, but radiating heat like the embers of an untamed fire.

“What’s gotten into you?” Bunny gasped, her voice a mixture of mock scolding and unbidden excitement as he set her down on the grill’s smooth, cool surface. The contrast made her shiver, her skin prickling with heightened awareness.

“I’m hungry...,” Blaine growled, a feral grin stretching his lips. He slid his hands along her thighs, his thumbs tracing the slick sheen of oil on her skin. The audience whooped and hollered, their cheers mingling with laughter, but Blaine’s focus remained unbroken.

Bunny’s breath hitched as his mouth dipped low, his lips brushing her knee before trailing upward, a path that made her toes curl. The scrape of his stubble left a delicious burn in its wake, his tongue darting out to taste her. She tried to stifle a gasp but failed, her hands clenching the grill’s edge as he left a playful bite just below the hem of her barely-there shorts.

“You taste like victory...” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction, but his eyes held a spark of something wilder.

Bunny’s cheeks burned as she laughed nervously, trying to play it off. She swung her legs off the edge of the grill and hopped down, blowing kisses to the crowd as if the entire thing had been planned.

“You’re insane,” she whispered to Blaine, her voice trembling with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

“And you love it,” he shot back, swatting her ass as he guided her toward the spinning stage.

Bunny took a deep breath, her body buzzing with adrenaline and heat as she stepped onto the platform. The music surged, the lights brightened, and the crowd roared. She was ready to perform.

The stage spun slowly, the pulsing lights casting a kaleidoscope of neon colors across the arena. Bunny took her place at the center, her breath coming in shallow, nervous gasps. Around her, the other contestants began their routines—limbs stretching, hips swaying, each move carefully calculated to draw the judges’ eyes. The air was thick with BBQ smoke and the scent of sizzling meat, a heady backdrop to the thumping bass of the music.

Bunny glanced at Blaine, who stood at the edge of the stage with his arms crossed, his chiseled frame glowing in the lurid light. His gaze locked onto hers, unwavering, intense, a silent command that sent a shiver down her spine.

She started with the basics, easing into the routine. Her arms lifted, her hands grazing the sky as she stretched upward, her glossy hair cascading down her back. Knee lifts followed, her legs rising and falling in time with the beat, her body moving with a fluid grace that surprised even her.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for Blaine.

He stepped onto the stage, his bare feet steady despite the platform’s slow spin. The crowd roared at his arrival, their chants of “Blaine! Blaine!” mixing with the rising cry of “Bunny!” He moved behind her, his presence overwhelming, his heat radiating against her back.

“C’mon, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing. His hands found her hips, his grip firm but not forceful, guiding her movements. “Put some sizzle into it.”

Bunny’s breath hitched as Blaine pressed against her, his hips aligning with hers, his hands coaxing her into slow, sensual circles. She followed his lead, her body loosening, her inhibitions melting under his touch. Her hips rolled with a deliberate rhythm, each sway matching the thrum of the music.

The crowd erupted, their cheers a heady cocktail of approval and lust. Blaine stepped back, leaving Bunny alone in the spotlight, but his voice carried over the noise. “Show them what you’ve got, babe.”

Her confidence surged, the heat of the BBQ pits and Blaine’s gaze igniting something deep within her. She dropped lower, her knees bending as she transitioned into a twerk. Her tiny bikini bottom, already barely covering her, rode higher with every bounce, the fabric clinging to her glistening skin.

The crowd’s energy fed her, their chants growing louder with every move. Bunny arched her back, her hands running down her thighs as she thrust her hips, the friction of the stage and the smoky air amplifying her arousal. Blaine’s grin widened, his blue eyes gleaming with pride and something darker, hungrier.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he called out, his voice thick with approval.

The music shifted, the beat dropping into a sultry rhythm as the aerobics and breakdancing phase gave way to the BBQ challenge. Large racks of ribs and skewers of vegetables lined the edges of the stage, each gleaming with a sheen of sauce under the neon lights. The contestants grabbed brushes, dipping them into bowls of sauce as they moved to the grills.

Bunny hesitated, the transition catching her off guard. Blaine was at her side in an instant, handing her a brush dripping with thick, sticky sauce.

“Here,” he said, his voice low and intimate. “Start with this.”

She dipped the brush into the sauce, her fingers trembling slightly as she brought it to the ribs. The bristles spread the marinade over the meat, the action oddly hypnotic. The crowd watched, their cheers dimming into an eager murmur.

“Not like that,” Blaine said, stepping closer. He took her wrist, guiding her hand in slow, deliberate strokes. “Make them feel it.”

Bunny swallowed hard, the intensity of his presence wrapping around her like smoke. She glanced at him, her glossy lips parting, and then back at the brush. With a sudden burst of boldness, she lifted it to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the sauce.

The crowd roared as she licked the brush, her tongue tracing the bristles with exaggerated care. The tangy sweetness of the sauce mingled with the smoky air, and she giggled, her cheeks flushing as she returned to the ribs.

“Better,” Blaine said, his grin wicked.

Before she could respond, the music shifted to a bass-heavy beat that vibrated through the stage, signaling the transition to the breakdancing portion of the event. Bunny barely had time to react before Blaine grabbed her by the waist and spun her toward the center of the stage.

“Show them what you’ve got, Bunny,” he said, his hands firm and possessive against her hips.

Bunny’s first attempt at a spin was clumsy; her slippery skin and the sticky sauce made her lose her footing. She yelped, arms flailing, but Blaine was there in an instant. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. The crowd erupted in cheers as he spun her himself, her legs extending gracefully, glitter catching the light like a thousand tiny stars.

When he set her down, his hands lingered on her waist, his grip firm and unapologetic. His fingers trailed along her bare skin, smearing the remnants of sauce in a way that felt both possessive and teasing. “Better let me do the heavy lifting, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with innuendo. “Wouldn’t want you falling again.”

A judge tossed a neon-pink hula hoop onto the stage, the glowing circle bouncing once before rolling to a stop at Bunny’s feet. She bent to pick it up, the movement deliberate, her back arching as the tiny triangles of her bikini bottom shifted, barely containing her curves. The crowd whistled, their cheers growing louder as she straightened and held the hoop aloft.

Bunny began to move, the hoop spinning around her waist with hypnotic rhythm. Her hips swayed in slow, deliberate circles, the sauce and glitter on her skin shimmering under the neon lights. She let the hoop slide down her body, her movements sinuous as it spun around her thighs, then her calves, before flicking it back up with a well-timed twist of her hips.

Blaine’s gaze was locked on her, dark and consuming, his jaw tight with barely restrained hunger. She caught his eye and slowed her movements, letting the hoop linger at her waist as she rolled her hips in a sultry rhythm that matched the music. Her body gleamed under the lights, the sticky sweetness of the sauce catching the glow and turning her into a living, breathing confection.

The crowd’s cheers became a fever pitch as Bunny leaned into the performance, letting her inhibitions melt away. She threw the hoop into the air and caught it with a flourish, spinning it around one arm before tossing it back to the judge with a wink.

Nearby, the other contestants leaned into their routines with equal fervor, each woman radiating confidence and joy as they served their men and basked in the crowd’s adoration.

Trixie Tumbleweed laughed as she grabbed a bowl of sauce, dipping her hands into the sticky liquid before smearing it across her chest. “This is for you, Chad!” she called out, blowing a kiss to the lifeguard tower where her boyfriend stood cheering. Her sequined bikini sparkled even brighter as she swayed to the music, her breasts glistening with BBQ sauce.

Candy Crush bent over dramatically to flip a row of burgers, her ass shaking to the beat as her fringed bikini swayed with her movements. She turned to the judges with a wink, lifting a perfectly grilled patty and placing it onto a bun with exaggerated care. “Hope you boys are hungry,” she purred, her voice dripping with flirtation.

Misty Mayhem, ever the punk rebel, used her spiked bracelets to skewer chunks of meat, holding them aloft like trophies as she stomped to the heavy bassline. Her leather bikini clung to her sauce-slicked skin as she ground her hips to the music, the spikes on her bracelets catching the light as she served ribs to a cheering crowd.

Blaine stepped closer to Bunny, his hand finding her waist and pulling her toward him. “You’re stealing the show, babe,” he said, his voice rough and intimate. “But I think you’ve got more to give.”

He reached down, grabbing a fresh skewer of ribs and holding it out to her. “Feed me,” he demanded, his tone both commanding and teasing.

Bunny hesitated for only a moment before taking the skewer, her fingers brushing against his as she brought it to his lips. Blaine bit into the meat with a low growl, his eyes never leaving hers as he chewed. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver through her, her body humming with arousal. The roar of the crowd faded into white noise as Bunny turned to Blaine, her hands trembling, the skewer slick with dripping sauce and glistening meat. Her body buzzed with anticipation, her every nerve attuned to the charged energy radiating from him.

“Please...” Her voice was soft, almost trembling, her eyes wide as she held the skewer aloft, offering it to him like a gift. “Let me nourish you.”

Blaine’s smirk deepened, his lips curling into something both wolfish and indulgent as he leaned forward. His mouth closed around the chunk of meat, his eyes locked on hers with a predatory hunger that left her breathless. She watched, entranced, as his jaw worked, the sinews of his neck moving as he chewed with deliberate intensity.

When he swallowed, he let out a low, satisfied growl, his tongue darting out to lick a trace of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “You’ve got a gift, babe,” he murmured, his voice thick with heat. His hand caught hers, guiding the skewer back toward the dripping bowl of sauce. “Keep going. I’m still hungry.”

Her cheeks flushed, her body trembling as she dipped the skewer, the thick sauce clinging to the meat as she prepared another bite. She brought it to his lips again, her fingers brushing his skin. This time, he lingered, his mouth enveloping the morsel with slow, deliberate sensuality. The sound he made—a deep, appreciative hum—vibrated through her like an electric current.

“I want to do this for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of arousal and submission. “I want to make everything you eat ... everything you touch ... unforgettable. I want you to get stronger, bigger. I want to feed you until you’re unstoppable.”

Blaine’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer. The skewer clattered to the ground, forgotten, as his gaze bore into hers with unrelenting intensity. “Is that what you want, Bunny?” he asked, his voice a low, dangerous purr. “You want to take care of me? Build me into something no one else can match?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “I want to see you grow. I want to watch your muscles swell until you’re too big for this stage, this crowd—until you belong to no one but me.”

His laughter was dark, dripping with satisfaction as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her against the hard planes of his chest. “Then don’t stop, babe,” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Keep feeding me. Keep making me yours.”

The crowd surged around them, their cheers and chants fading into the background as Bunny grabbed another skewer. Her hands shook, but her resolve was steady as she dipped it into the sauce, her every movement infused with purpose. When she brought it to his lips again, her eyes sparkled with both devotion and heat.

“Eat, Blaine,” she whispered, her voice low and urgent.

“I always will, but you’re making me hungry for more than BBQ, babe,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her fingers as he pulled the skewer from her grasp.

Bunny’s cheeks flushed, her heart racing as she turned back to the sizzling grills. The stage spun slowly, the music pounding, and the heat of the BBQ smoke mingling with the intoxicating energy of the crowd. She dipped another brush into the sauce, her movements bold and confident as she coated the ribs with thick, glistening layers.

This was her moment. Her stage. And as Blaine’s possessive gaze burned into her, she knew she’d give them all a show they’d never forget. Especially as Blaine shoved a new outfit for her to put on for the final event.

It was a scandalously tight, glossy vinyl leotard—hugged her every curve, clinging like a second skin. The deep crimson fabric shimmered under the lights, coated in a mix of BBQ sauce, oil, and glitter that accentuated her every movement. The neckline plunged obscenely, barely containing her bouncing breasts, and the sides arched so high they left her bronzed hips fully exposed. The thong back disappeared entirely between her ass cheeks, leaving nothing to the imagination. Thin straps crisscrossed her back, the tension in them framing her lean, glistening muscles as she strode to the center of the stage with a teasing smirk.

Just as he had finished putting it on the spinning stage roared to life under Bunny’s feet, neon lights casting her in a kaleidoscope of colors as the crowd’s fevered cheers drowned out the thumping music.

Bunny grabbed a bottle of BBQ sauce from the grill’s edge, holding it high above her head before letting the thick, sticky liquid pour down over her body. The crowd erupted as the sauce trickled down her chest, pooling in the deep valley of her cleavage before running over her taut stomach and down her thighs. She shivered as it cooled her heated skin, the sensation sending an electric thrill through her.

She started to move, her hips swaying in exaggerated circles that caused the thin fabric of her leotard to ride up even higher, the glossy vinyl now glistening like it was soaked. The crowd’s chants of her name became a wild, animalistic roar as she bent forward, her ass jutting out provocatively. Grabbing a drumstick from a nearby tray, she took a teasing bite, her tongue curling around the meat before licking her fingers clean with a sultry, exaggerated moan.

At the stage’s center stood a massive array of BBQ grills, their sizzling meat filling the air with smoke and heat. Bunny’s hand shot out to grab a pair of tongs, the glitter on her skin catching the neon glow as she spun them like batons, eliciting a roar of approval from the audience. She wasted no time, flipping a massive rack of ribs with a deft flick of her wrist before spinning on one foot, her free hand trailing sauce along her thighs as she twirled.

The stage tilted slightly as it spun faster, but Bunny used the momentum to drop into a deep squat, her thighs glistening with the mix of sauce and sweat. She swirled her hips in a figure-eight, the leotard barely staying in place as she worked her body like an erotic machine. Her arms shot up above her head, elongating her lithe form, glitter catching the light and making her look like a walking, writhing disco ball of debauchery.

Her movements were a mix of erotic aerobics and masterful culinary display. With a deep squat, Bunny began twerking in front of a grill loaded with briskets and burgers, her ass bouncing hypnotically. The glossy thong leotard rode impossibly high, sauce splattering onto her thighs as the crowd went wild. “More heat, babe,” she purred, slamming a nearby switch that sent a plume of flames licking up around the grills.

Blaine stood at the edge of the stage, his chiseled form silhouetted against the firelight. His piercing sapphire eyes were locked on her, his chest rising and falling with his labored breaths. “Work that grill, Bunny,” he growled, his voice carrying over the cacophony. “I want it all.”

Her grin widened. “You’ll get it all, big guy,” she teased, her voice dripping with playful seduction. Reaching for a tray of sausages, she spun it expertly on one finger before dropping into a deep split, slamming the tray onto the grill. The sausages sizzled, juices popping, as Bunny leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the slick surface of the stage, sauce dripping from her fingertips as she flipped the sausages with her tongs. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray drop of glaze from her lips, and the audience lost their collective minds.

The stage tilted, but Bunny used the momentum to spring into action. She grabbed a basting brush, dunking it into a vat of thick, tangy BBQ sauce, and began slathering it across a rack of ribs, her hips gyrating in time with the pulsing music. The sauce splattered onto her bare thighs and streaked her chest, leaving sticky trails that caught the light. She tossed the brush aside and spun into a breakdance, her legs scissoring in the air as her tongs clinked against a tray of chicken wings.

Blaine stepped closer, his massive arms crossed over his chest, his lips curling into a smirk. “Faster, Bunny. Feed me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire. “And give ‘em a show, babe! Make them beg for more.”

With a wicked grin, Bunny snatched a bottle of honey glaze and tipped it over herself, the golden syrup cascading down her chest in thick, sticky ribbons. She caught the flow with her tongue, licking it clean in a display that had the audience howling with delight. Her hands roamed her own body, sliding over her sauce-slicked skin as she dropped to her knees and arched her back, her hips grinding against the stage as though she was dancing with an invisible lover.

A judge tossed her a set of tongs, and Bunny caught them with a flourish. Standing, she strutted to the nearest grill, her hips swaying with each step, and began flipping sizzling steaks while moving her body in an erotic rhythm. She twerked in time with the music, the sauce on her ass splattering onto the grill, sending up a hiss of smoke that curled around her like a lover’s touch. Her thong became nearly invisible as it wedged tighter, the fabric slick and shimmering with her every shake and bounce.

Without missing a beat, Bunny transitioned into a breakdance spin, her hands gripping the grease-slick stage as her legs parted in a flash of red vinyl and bronzed skin. The crowd screamed louder as she flipped onto her back, arching so high her breasts nearly spilled free, the sticky sauce now dripping down her thighs and pooling beneath her. She rolled onto her knees, licking her lips, and grabbed a massive turkey leg from the grill. Sinking her teeth into it with a playful growl, she let the juices run down her chin, licking and moaning in mock ecstasy as she held the meat high above her head like a trophy.

The stage spun faster still, and Bunny raised her arms, holding a hula hoop coated in glitter and BBQ sauce. She spun it around her hips, letting it slip lower as she bent over, her ass thrusting out tantalizingly toward the audience. Blaine’s growl of approval cut through the cacophony, his massive frame vibrating with need as he clenched his fists at his sides.

“Lower, Bunny,” he commanded, his voice rough and thick. “Make them see what perfection looks like.”

She complied with a wicked giggle, letting the hoop slide down her body until it circled her thighs, her hips gyrating in ways that left the crowd speechless. When the hoop finally clattered to the stage, she grabbed the nearest bottle of sauce and poured it over herself, the thick liquid running in sinful rivers over her bare skin. Her hands smeared it across her breasts, her stomach, and down to her thighs as she dropped into a final, lewd split just at the moment that she produced a colossal mountain of perfectly cooked meat to hold on a tray.

Blaine couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaped onto the stage, his powerful legs carrying him across the slick surface. In one smooth motion, he scooped Bunny into his arms, spinning her around like a prize he had fought to claim. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her sticky, glitter-coated body pressed against his as his lips found her ear.

“You’re the queen of this stage,” he growled, his voice trembling with pride and hunger. “And you’re mine. And I’m going to enjoy eating you as much as I’ll enjoy eating this meat...”

The music swelled as the crowd reached a crescendo of cheers and applause. Bunny raised her arms in triumph, sauce dripping from her fingertips, her glittering form radiating confidence and raw sexuality.

Before she could process her latest victory the stage tilted suddenly, its gears groaning dramatically as Bunny stood breathless at its center, her body glistening with oil and sauce, her leotard clinging to her like a second skin. Her bare feet squeaked against the slick surface as she scrambled for balance. The crowd roared with excitement as the tilt became a steep incline, and before Bunny could even process what was happening, gravity won.

She shrieked, the sound high and breathless, her arms flailing as she slid backward. Around her, the other contestants joined in a cacophony of gasps and laughter, their glittering bodies tumbling down the platform like a cascade of sequined dominoes.

With a resounding splash, Bunny landed in a pool of warm, sudsy water. Foam exploded around her, glitter swirling in the air like fairy dust. The impact sent her sprawling, and she surfaced with a gasp, her hands instinctively smoothing her hair as rubber ducks bobbed around her.