Toni, my dog femboy, as one of those bunny-suit-girl servers... I figure he could get a job at a place like this because he's cute enough. This was SUPPOSED to be an Easter pinup thing but my tablet died and blah blah blah I couldn't finish all of them in time.

"The Species Equal Employment Act of 2968 N.C. stated that "No establishment, for any reason, may discriminate on basis of morphological form" which was a fancy way of saying 'you can't hire only one species you dingus'. This proved to be a problem for the Bun Bun Club (with ten locations in major cities all across the world) which staunchly only hired rabbits for its server positions. They fought the act, trying to get special dispensation but a judge turned it down in 2971 N.C., saying: "The reason Arctic Oil and Railways can still get away with only hiring thick-coated species is because a lizard will die up in that godforsaken place and quite honestly you have to be kinda crazy to work for them. You're running a bar chain that's dedicated to tits and ass."

After losing their appeal, and making about ten more in the next three years (each one lost or thrown out), they decided to give up and just add fake bunny ears to their uniforms. The newly-emerging 23-hour-news organizations threw a fit over how it is offensive to rabbits, but the leader of the Lapine Liberation League went on record as saying: "I don't care please get that damn microphone out of my face or I'll shove it up your ass I'm trying to enjoy dinner with my wife. See honey this is why we can't go to popular places, I know I know we never go anywhere nice anymore." He resigned two months later after he poked a reporter for the tabloid Bawker in the eyes while screaming "You motherfucking asshole I'm trying to take a shit!"" -- Matherson, B., Sir. (2999 N.C.). “Look, Don’t Touch: A Casual History Of T&A Bars Of The Mid 30th Century"

I'm world-building for a setting that's obstinately about sexy animal people fucking.