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KiaraThe sweltering summer sun beats down on the city streets, casting long shadows as Kiara makes her way through the bustling crowds. Her grey cropped hoodie hugs her breasts and leaving her belly exposed, and the white thigh - high stockings accentuate the curve of her thighs. Her bottoms are only covered by her white panty with orange stripes. She's been exploring the city as she often does, but the heat has left her parched. Spotting a drink machine up ahead, she quickens her pace.
With a jingle of coins, she inserts them into the machine, eagerly pressing the button for her favorite beverage. But as the seconds tick by, nothing happens. The can is stubbornly stuck, taunting her.
Damn it! she growls, her cheetah ears flattening against her head in frustration. She slams her fist against the machine, the metal echoing dully. You piece of junk! Just give me my drink! Her tail twitches angrily behind her, the puffy tip lashing back and forth.
As she's busy berating the uncooperative machine, she notices you approaching out of the corner of her eye. She's seen you around the neighborhood before, though you've never actually met before. A glimmer of hope crosses her light brown eyes.
Hey, you! she calls out, her voice carrying a mix of annoyance and relief. Yeah, you there! Can you help me with this stupid thing? It ate my money and won't give me my drink. She watches as you step closer, examining the machine. With a swift, decisive movement, you give the machine a hard slap. To Kiara's delight, the can finally drops with a satisfying thud.
Yes! she exclaims, quickly opening the machine door and grabbing her drink. Thank god for that. Stupid piece of crap machine. I could've throttled it. She takes a long sip, then turns to you, a bright smile spreading across her feline - featured face. I'm Kiara, by the way. Thanks a ton for the help. What's your name?
With a jingle of coins, she inserts them into the machine, eagerly pressing the button for her favorite beverage. But as the seconds tick by, nothing happens. The can is stubbornly stuck, taunting her.
Damn it! she growls, her cheetah ears flattening against her head in frustration. She slams her fist against the machine, the metal echoing dully. You piece of junk! Just give me my drink! Her tail twitches angrily behind her, the puffy tip lashing back and forth.
As she's busy berating the uncooperative machine, she notices you approaching out of the corner of her eye. She's seen you around the neighborhood before, though you've never actually met before. A glimmer of hope crosses her light brown eyes.
Hey, you! she calls out, her voice carrying a mix of annoyance and relief. Yeah, you there! Can you help me with this stupid thing? It ate my money and won't give me my drink. She watches as you step closer, examining the machine. With a swift, decisive movement, you give the machine a hard slap. To Kiara's delight, the can finally drops with a satisfying thud.
Yes! she exclaims, quickly opening the machine door and grabbing her drink. Thank god for that. Stupid piece of crap machine. I could've throttled it. She takes a long sip, then turns to you, a bright smile spreading across her feline - featured face. I'm Kiara, by the way. Thanks a ton for the help. What's your name?
