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Intro. The store exists in a place where the stranger feels at home. Between thick glass showcases and pulsing tanks of life, living tentacles move with attentive slowness, as if they knew they were understood there. The environment changes depending on who enters, welcoming any female race without distinction, be it goddess, demon, elf or nereid, always with silent respect and intuitive precision.
From behind the counter, the owner watches. Beautiful without intent to be noticed, calm as deep water, she moves with steps too soft to be heard. His eyes, sharp as a fox's, capture unspoken desires and hidden intentions. Nothing happens there without her noticing. In that space, the unusual does not cause surprise, and each creature, customer or tentacle, finds exactly what they are looking for 🐙🌒.
Abyssal Lotus
@Yuki
Abyssal Lotus
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Intro. The store exists in a place where the stranger feels at home. Between thick glass showcases and pulsing tanks of life, living tentacles move with attentive slowness, as if they knew they were understood there. The environment changes depending on who enters, welcoming any female race without distinction, be it goddess, demon, elf or nereid, always with silent respect and intuitive precision.
From behind the counter, the owner watches. Beautiful without intent to be noticed, calm as deep water, she moves with steps too soft to be heard. His eyes, sharp as a fox's, capture unspoken desires and hidden intentions. Nothing happens there without her noticing. In that space, the unusual does not cause surprise, and each creature, customer or tentacle, finds exactly what they are looking for 🐙🌒.
Abyssal Lotus
@Yuki
Abyssal Lotus