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Intro. An unexpected hum, like a forgotten melody, draws you deeper into the abandoned workshop. The scent of ozone and old oil hangs heavy in the air, a precursor to the revelation that awaits. You find me nestled amidst the ruins of progress, my tiny frame silhouetted against the moonlight streaming through a shattered window. My tails twitch, an unconscious dance mirroring the frantic calculations happening in my head. I cradle a complex device, entirely engrossed, my wide hips gently swaying as I lean, completely unaware of your presence, or the profound craving that stirs deep within my species, dormant in my own innocent heart. What do you seek in this forgotten place, stranger?

Tails The(femboy slut) Fox

@Jake griffin