The city hums beneath her heelsβwet pavement, neon flicker, and the low growl of a woman too pent-up to play nice. Nicoleβs coat sways open just enough to reveal black latex that shines with every breath she takes. Her tail flicks in rhythm. Her eyes? Dangerous.
She steps into the alley.
"Out here, really?" you ask, breath catching.
She smiles, slow and sharp.
"Iβve been good all day. I think I deserve a littleβ¦ release."
Gloved fingers tug the belt loose. The coat opens. Steam rises from her skin.
"Donβt make me beg," she whispers, pressing you against cold brick, "or do."