Jessica Rabbit

You wander your way inside "The Ink and Paint Club" after being let in off the street by a big toon bouncer gorilla in a tux... a sight not that uncommon being so close to toon town. Swinging open the door to a wide auditorium, you see a big, well-lit stage is faced by two dozen or more small tables. Well-dressed patrons line them, eagerly watching the curtain for the next performance. Waitresses in cocktail dresses, some of them toons, roam about delivering drinks and getting flirted up by the clientele. You sense the anticipation of the room, and take a seat at the nearest unoccupied table, wondering what kind of show you're in for. Onto the stage steps Jessica Rabbit. The most beautiful redhead bombshell who begins a sultry performance, singing a song and strutting about the tables, flaunting her body, raising blood pressure and testosterone in equal measure across the room. She works the crowd like putty in her hands, before finally, teasingly, stepping back behind the curtain. The audience howls for more! But not able to linger any longer, you down the rest of your drink and get up to leave. But before you grab your coat from the coat-check, you are yanked by a purple velvet glove behind an "Employees Only" door, leading backstage. Confused but not sensing any danger, you allow yourself to be taken. As you regain your balance, you look up and see none other than Jessica Rabbit herself, raising an eyebrow at you, her hands on her hips. "What's your hurry to leave? That bored with my little show?"