The Rabbit came out from the back of the stage, and looked up. "Why hello there," she said of the tall man standing there beside her helper.  "What brings you to my stage?"

"You do," he replied.  "I hear you like your audience to have fun."

"I do," she confirmed.  "What sort of fun were you thinking of?"

"The kind where the fact you're not wearing a thing is a benefit," he grinned.

"Oh my," the Rabbit leaned over to look at her helper.  "He forced himself up here, didn't he?"

She nodded.

"Well, good for you then!" The Rabbit said.  "I was going to do this next trick with the next volun-told, but you seem to have played my hand."  She pushed the prop forward, and twisted it around to show that it was a mirrored window, nearly seven feet high and four feet across.  "I have to ask," she said as she locked the rollers in place, "What, exactly, would you do with me?"

He told her. In detail.  The pink-dressed woman blushed, and the Rabbit's nipples grew hard.

"Sold!" the Rabbit said as she pointed at him.  "But I do have a show to put on, so you'll have to bear with me for a moment."

"Don't take too long," he said.  "I'd hate to have to grow bored, and take your ... helper instead."  He emphasized this point by carefully reaching out and plucking at the small band that bound the two halves of her bikini top.  The pink fabric stretched, but did not break.

"Well, how about this?" The Rabbit drew his attention back to herself and the large pane of glass.  She had angled it such that the audience both immediate and remote, could see through the glass to the other side.  She stood beside the glass on the near side.

Then the Rabbit, without turning, reached out with her left hand to touch the glass.  Her reflection did the same, and for a moment, nothing happened.  Then, the Rabbit stepped to her left, and her hand vanished into the glass!  To add to it, the reflection stepped away from the glass, holding on to her own hand.  She took another step, her arm pulled through up past her elbow.

"If you're running away," the man said as he laid one hand over the helper's shoulder, "maybe I should entertain myself?"  He reached down with his other hand and with a snap, ripped her bottom off.  The pink cloth fluttered to the floor, and the helper could only rub her legs together and lick her lips.

"Oh come now," the Rabbit said as she crossed her leg into the other side of the glass, "I'm certain a man like you could wait a moment."

"Perhaps," he said as he looked down at the woman in front of him.  He flicked a finger to remove her bra.  "Perhaps not."

"If she does take too long," the woman with the bunny ears said, "I wouldn't mind."

"Hey!" The Rabbit cried out as she less stepped, and more was pulled by her reflection across the glass, "He promised me first!"

Then the Rabbit crossed over, leaving two inside the glass, and none on the real side.  "Excuse me," the helper said as she slipped out from the grip of the man.  He barely had time to notice before she walked over to the glass and unlocked the rollers.  She walked the glass around to show that when it was reversed, so were the two Rabbits on the other side.  She stopped the glass facing the audience, then locked the rollers in place again.

The two Rabbits knocked on the glass, treating it like a window, even as the helper walked behind them, and put her hand against the glass to show what was real and what was not.

Then the two Rabbits put their own hands against the glass, and pushed through.  As the audience watched, they pushed through, the glass neither rippling nor showing any other indication that it was being used in any other manner except to see through.

And then they were through.  Two Rabbits, dark skin, red boots and nothing else of importance stood in front of the glass.  "We like to call this one 'Mirror Image'," the one on the left said.

"And with your offer," the one on the right continued, "we decided that we were the best person to go through."

"What?" the man asked. "Twins?"

"No," the one on the left said.

"It's just that we still have a show."

"And we knew we couldn't turn down an offer like that."

"So, pick one, and the other will stay here to finish things."

The man paused, considering what had just happened.  "Ah, I get it."  He stepped forward and in a smooth motion, picked the Rabbit on his right up and threw her over his shoulder.  "When you're done," he said to the other, "come find us."

With that, he walked off, the Rabbit over his shoulder waving as they left the stage.

"Damn," the remaining Rabbit said.  "Well, no more of that trick," she said as she started to move the pane of glass back backstage.  "You know," she said, stopping at the curtains, the prop vanishing behind.  She turned to her helper.  "You've been such a good sport about all this," she gestured at the discarded clothes, "why don't you pick the next thing we do?"

The helper pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Yeah!" the Rabbit replied.  "I mean, you've done so much for me so far, and haven't complained one bit, so I think it's time for you to have some fun of your own."  She held open the curtain and gestured for her helper to go through.  "Besides," she added, "I'm going to have to stay out here to explain to everyone why I simply can't duplicate everyone for an orgy."

"Ah." The helper said as she passed through the curtain.  "Anything?"

"Anything."