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Out in the hallway, Cream finds that she's very much alone, not only that but very much naked. She blushes a bright red and scurries back into the bedroom, scooping up her pants, sticking one leg into the other while glancing with annoyance at the shredded panties on the ground.

The ratty manager scrunches up his nose, tapping his cane upon the floor. "H-hey, there. You can't just run out into the main hall smellin' like cum, and that ain't conducive to the club business, you know?"

Cream huffs and slips on her hoodie. "Nope, sorry. Still got stuff to deal with with my mom, and she can't just disappear on me again.

Renfield scoots onto the doorway, standing resolute. "Now, listen here, miss. Just because your momma owns this place doesn't mean you aren't subject to the rules and regulations. I'm the site manager, and you are under my employ. So, you will let mistress Vanilla do as she pleases, and you will heed my orders while you are on the clock. Now, you get yourself washed off, and I'll see that I get you something clean to wear. Rest assured, the damage to your outfit will be reimbursed out of Ripper's paycheck."

Cream stares at him a moment but sighs. "Fine," the rabbit sighs. "Where do I go...?"

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Last call at Le Rongeur Masque sees the last of the clients stumbling out of the establishment, many of whom are either beaming with excitement or stumbling in inebriation, never to recall the pleasures they spent so many Mobiums on.

Cream heads out, wearing her hoodie over her head, feeling a bit awkward in a fresh pair of undergarments. She finds herself on the curb and sits, sighing and staring up at the Station Square lights. "What the hell did I get myself into..." she says to herself.

"Oh, there you are," comes the soothing voice of Vanilla. How could Cream not have recognized it when they were in the room? Maybe, she just didn't want to admit that she did.

Now dressed in casual and loose-fitting clothing, Vanilla sits down beside her.

Cream nearly double-takes at the sight of her mother.

"Something the matter?" Vanilla says with a gentle smirk. "You look more surprised than when I was in the mask."

"I... I never saw you so normal before," Cream says.

"There's a lot of things about my life I couldn't share with a prim and proper lady-in-training. My business isn't exactly child-friendly, after all."

"That's putting it lightly." Cream says, staring down at the asphalt.

"I've been a pretty bad mother to you for hiding everything, but I needed to make sure you were ready to know the truth."

"You could have just talked to me like a normal person, you know."

"Well, in the grand scheme of things," Vanilla says, looking up to the light-polluted sky, "we aren't normal people, save for what's in our heritage, bred into us from our ancestors who first crawled out of their grottos and mingled with Mobians of other varieties."

Cream blinks, looking up at her mother. "What are you talking about?"

Vanilla rests her hands upon her lap, folding them primly. "There's a reason I spent your entire childhood instilling good manners into you. It's a... family tradition, of sorts, because the truth is... we're rabbits, dear. Sex and procreation are in our blood. If we find another one we're compatible with, we'll go at him until it's time to spit out a bunny or two. But, sexuality isn't so binary. We can't tell when someone is a perfect mate, and that means many friendships and acquaintances trigger that desire within us. Surely, you've felt the need to hear a friend of yours scream your name as you give them pleasure, all the while demanding it from them as well?"

Cream's memory drifts back to Twinkle Park, her cheeks burning.

"It's difficult," Vanilla continues, squeezing her hands together, "being a single mother and having these urges. I need to keep myself away from all temptation at all times, and when I feel the need to just... ride something, anything, I have to put on a polite smile and try not to speak on it. And, well, I didn't exactly have someone in my life to help me out when it came time to be sexually active," she sighs, placing a hand upon her daughter's shoulder. "I stumbled upon this business all on my own, and I didn't start at the top, let's just say."

Cream shudders. "You didn't have to hide this all from me," she says.

"I know, dear," Vanilla says. "No one is perfect, and finding that out is all a part of being an adult."

"So... what's next?" Cream says. "I guess I've joined the family business."

"All on your own. I was quite impressed with what I saw."

"Uhh, y-yeah, that's not gonna be awkward at all, talking about this with my mom...."

Vanilla giggles. "Well, is it awkward now?"

"I... well, I guess it really isn't."

"It's only if you make it be," Vanilla says, pushing herself up. "Alright, then, how have you liked your time in the city so far?"

"It's... okay, I guess," Cream says, bringing herself up to her feet. Why?"

"Well, that's simple," Vanilla says, walking off towards the city lights. "Because now that the secret's out, we can both move here full time to my apartment and turn the mansion into a nice vacation home. 'No more secrets' means no more secret upkeep."

"A... An apartment? Is it good?"

"Only the best!"

"Alright, then, but... if we're gonna stop having secrets, there is one thing I want to know."

"Anything, dear."

"What happened to Amy."

Vanilla smirks. "Well, now, I wonder if that's a story you want to hear from your mother or from your friend at all." She giggles, whistling and heading off into the night.