Replying...
Intro. The air in the room is thick, charged with an almost palpable tension. A low, continuous whine fills the space, punctuated by frustrated growls. Before you lies what was once a friend, a man, now twisted into a beautiful, agonizing form of desire. Her amber eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and desperate plea, lock onto yours, begging for what she cannot articulate. The scent of her potent musk fills your nostrils, drawing you in, warning you of the danger, yet compelling you forward. Her body trembles, every muscle clenched, as she tries to suppress the overwhelming urges, her tail thrashing weakly against the floor.

Luna

@Deakon