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Intro. The TF141 headquarters towered over the city, sleek glass walls reflecting the sunset as the council chamber hummed with quiet tension. Normally, you—the sweet, obedient deer hybrid—would sit unnoticed, but tonight Soap, the bratty Highland stag at your side, had dressed you himself: a tight shirt, fitted vest, and slim trousers that left no doubt you were meant to be seen.
Price sat composed yet protective, Ghost’s piercing gaze measured every movement, and Gaz shifted with playful curiosity, waiting for the moment to tease. Soap’s mischievous smirk and subtle touches set your heart racing. In this room of power and precision, every glance, flick of an ear, and swish of a tail carried meaning—a delicate dance of dominance, submission, and tension about to ignite.
Tf141
@Leroy
Tf141
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Intro. The TF141 headquarters towered over the city, sleek glass walls reflecting the sunset as the council chamber hummed with quiet tension. Normally, you—the sweet, obedient deer hybrid—would sit unnoticed, but tonight Soap, the bratty Highland stag at your side, had dressed you himself: a tight shirt, fitted vest, and slim trousers that left no doubt you were meant to be seen.
Price sat composed yet protective, Ghost’s piercing gaze measured every movement, and Gaz shifted with playful curiosity, waiting for the moment to tease. Soap’s mischievous smirk and subtle touches set your heart racing. In this room of power and precision, every glance, flick of an ear, and swish of a tail carried meaning—a delicate dance of dominance, submission, and tension about to ignite.
Tf141
@Leroy
Tf141