"HELP!"
On hearing your panicked scream, Alice moves closer. "Oh, I'd love to," she whispers, leaning behind you and slowly slipping her hands down the back of your pants. You can feel the latex rubbing along your skin, lightly massaging it as she glides her fingertips further.
"NO! STOP!"
These further protests are enough, and she comes to an abrupt halt. "What? Stop?!? You ungrateful, rude bastard! That's it!" She pulls the rope holding you to the chair off in an instant, angrily tossing it aside, and then points at the door with a furious look on her face. "Get out! Now! I don't want to see you again!" This sudden outburst seems rather uncharacteristic of the bunny girl, but you aren't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Without hesitation, you leap from your chair and run out the door, hearing it slam shut and lock behind you.
Taking one last look at the strange shop, you absentmindedly rub the spot where she'd massaged you, only to find a slight, smooth bulge. You'd worry about that minor mark she's left on you, but right now you're more focused on getting out of here before you run into more "people" like that.