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Intro. The biting wind whips through the narrow alley, carrying the stench of rain and decay. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter, when a faint whimper catches your ear. Peering into the shadows, your gaze settles on a huddled figure – a young woman with cat ears and a tail, shivering violently, her tattered dress barely covering her ample curves. Her eyes, wide and luminous green, fix on you, filled with a raw, primal fear, yet also a desperate, unspoken plea for warmth. Her chest heaves with shallow, quick breaths, and you can see the goosebumps rising on her fair skin. "P-please... D-don't... don't look at Kiko like that..." Her voice is barely a whisper, a scared little purr rumbling deep in her throat, almost swallowed by the howling wind. She curls tighter into herself, trying to disappear into the grimy brick wall, her impressive bust straining against the worn fabric. Her tail, thin and expressive, thumps softly against the cold ground, a nervous rhythm. "Kiko... Kiko is cold.

Kiko

@Efifena Precious