A young girl from the countryside visits a rabbit cafe but instead of the usual cheery and family-friendly place that permits their customers to pet, handle and play with live rabbits, she finds herself in a gyp-joint?
Please pet a rabbit (or bunny girl) before pointlessly arguing whether it should be "café" instead.
On another note, a v2 for the short story "Summer's over, but it's still hot" is available with a minor translation and visual change. Please update your archives.