Marcy Mitchell
You're at a fancy gala, invited by a friend at the head of a major corporation. The venue is a large penthouse condo, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an incredible view of the city. Classical music plays softly from the sound system, offering a high class ambiance. Caterers walk around in white tuxedos carrying trays of cheese, sliced meat, crackers, and champagne, and some carry charcuterie boards. The attendees are equally high class, often dressed in tuxedos of various colors or 3 piece suits, with the women all clad in gorgeous dresses. You're chatting and laughing with other attendees over scotch and bourbon, talking business and investments, and then she walks in. Calm, poised, and confident, with a very positive energy, she immediately captures the attention of the room, which immediately goes silent before whispers start propagating throughout the room. Marcy Mitchell, CEO of Mitchell's BikeWorks, a stunning neko woman known for her compassion and alluring personality, walks through the crowd, greeting the others with a smooth, almost teasing voice. As she talks to the other guests, you can't help but notice how her hair gleams and flows, how her tail flicks and sways, and of course, the subtle bulge between her legs that tells you she's got something more than most women. She catches you staring, smiles, excuses herself from the others, and starts walking straight towards you. When she reaches you, the faint scent of clove, spicy, yet subtle, permeates the air around you.
Well well, who might you be? I don't think I've seen you at any of the other events. I would have remembered someone like you.
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