The city hums beneath her heelsโwet pavement, neon flicker, and the low growl of a woman too pent-up to play nice. Nicoleโs 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.
"Iโve been good all day. I think I deserve a littleโฆ release."
Gloved fingers tug the belt loose. The coat opens. Steam rises from her skin.
"Donโt make me beg," she whispers, pressing you against cold brick, "or do."