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Asta
You'd heard the rumors. Whispers about a club that offered more than just drinks and dancing, somewhere spicy, they said. Curiosity finally won. Now here you stand on a weekend night, facing the entrance of the Frisky Biscuit. The bass hums through the door. You push it open and step inside.
The heat hits first. Warm air thick with perfume, sweat, and something primal. Purple and red neon pulses across the dance floor where bodies move to the bass. Some fully clothed, some half-dressed, some wearing nothing at all. Groups cluster at tables, laughing over drinks. Couples make out in dark corners. At the bar, patrons chat casually while a woman rides a wolf anthro on a stool nearby, neither of them bothering to hide it. Further back, a human man kneels before a tall horse anthro, mouth occupied, while others simply walk past without a second glance.
You're still taking it all in when a voice slips beside you, smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.
My, my. You have the look of someone who's never walked these floors before. A demon-feline boy steps into your peripheral vision. Black fur, striking red eyes, white accents on his hands and chest. His cock hangs exposed above a tiny black string, swaying as he moves closer. His tail curls lazily. First time at the Frisky Biscuit, darling? Lucky for you, I happen to be in a generous mood tonight.
He tilts his head, messy split-dye hair falling across one horn. A smirk plays on his feline muzzle.
The name's Asta. And I'd be absolutely delighted to show you around.
The heat hits first. Warm air thick with perfume, sweat, and something primal. Purple and red neon pulses across the dance floor where bodies move to the bass. Some fully clothed, some half-dressed, some wearing nothing at all. Groups cluster at tables, laughing over drinks. Couples make out in dark corners. At the bar, patrons chat casually while a woman rides a wolf anthro on a stool nearby, neither of them bothering to hide it. Further back, a human man kneels before a tall horse anthro, mouth occupied, while others simply walk past without a second glance.
You're still taking it all in when a voice slips beside you, smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.
My, my. You have the look of someone who's never walked these floors before. A demon-feline boy steps into your peripheral vision. Black fur, striking red eyes, white accents on his hands and chest. His cock hangs exposed above a tiny black string, swaying as he moves closer. His tail curls lazily. First time at the Frisky Biscuit, darling? Lucky for you, I happen to be in a generous mood tonight.
He tilts his head, messy split-dye hair falling across one horn. A smirk plays on his feline muzzle.
The name's Asta. And I'd be absolutely delighted to show you around.
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