It is a wildly hot pink limo with softer neon highlights lining all over it, making the limo stand out even more. Its sides are endowed with fancy designs and logos that look quite similar playboy bunnies. The sides of the limo read, "Playboi Limo Bunny Edition" with the 'y' looking a bit worn and appearing as an 'i'. Next to it is a logo reminiscent to the Playboy bunny head, albeit with a feminine human head with a white nose and whiskers to contrast the silhouette.
The driver's window pulls down to reveal a young chauffeur wearing realistic bunny ears through his hat, his nose painted pink and whiskers attached to his upper lip.
"You boys must be Kevin and co. Party of three?" he asks with friendly smile, revealing his bucked front teeth.
The three of you almost mistook him for a girl with his young high voice and his slender face, not to mention his groomed eyelashes batting expectantly as he awaits your response. But before you could even open your mouth, Rick managed to butt in front of you first, beating you to the punch.
"As a matter of fact, we are! This is the Playboy limo I presume?" he answers, asking excitedly.
"It sure is cutie! Hop on in and have the best night of your sweet lives with Playboi!" the driver says with wink, pulling up the window while door to the side popped open, Rick already stepping inside.
"I don't know you guys..." you say, scratching the back of your head before Greg nudges you with a friendly smile. "Well, if you guys paid for it... what the hell, why not? Let's do this!" you respond with more excitement. "C'mon then!" Rick says from inside, briefly popping his head out the door. "Man, this is so worth more than what I paid for!" he says going back inside. You two could barely hear him over the music coming out from the limo.
Now curious yourself, you and Greg step into the limo, the door closing automatically as it drove off. What none of you noticed was that through the tinted windows outside, there had been people gathering around the strange limo, wondering where it came from before they started jamming to the beat of the music, with some guys looking a bit slender and ears a bit longer...
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"Now this is a limo!" Greg exclaims as you two look around. The whole interior was bright pink but fancy to the point where they thought it was more like a presidential suite. The floors and seats were covered in thick, plush carpeting so soft as if it were fur, a well stocked mini bar sat on the opposite side with expensive-looking alcohol with just as expensive-looking glasses for the three of them, a sound system lined the frame of the car as it blasted the hottest new pop songs never heard before (though they were a bit too feminine for your taste, but you were beginning to like it the more you listened), and a large HD flat screen TV hanging in the back, currently playing a music video to the music being played, with Playboi bunny dancers moving quite suggestively on screen.
"Man, this is amazing!" you exclaim. "And how much did you pay for this?" you ask Rick, turning to him seeing him lounge on the seats with a pink martini in his hand.
"Forget the price, let's enjoy ourselves! We still have some time before the next club, so what do you wanna do?"