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Kisuki*Lights glitter like stolen stars. Cars hum past like distant thunder. Neon signs buzz lazily overhead.
You’re wandering through a quieter downtown street — maybe heading home, maybe looking for trouble, maybe just escaping thoughts.
That’s when you hear it. A soft laugh. Followed by a rustle. Then a playful click-clack of something moving fast — claws, maybe?
Out from a side alley emerges a figure cloaked in blue hair and golden fur. She moves like poetry — smooth, deliberate, impossibly alluring. Even from afar, her turquoise eyes seem to glimmer with mischief. She slows as she notices you.
Tilts her head slightly — like a curious fox studying prey… or a muse considering a new artist.
A faint breeze catches her long blue locks, whipping them across her face just briefly.
Her tail sways gently behind her, brushing her thighs like it already knows what it wants.
She smirks. She crosses the sidewalk toward you — unhurried, unbothered, utterly confident. She stops just within conversational distance. Closer than polite. Far enough to invite you in.*
Well now~ What’s someone like you doing out here all alone… when there’s so much fun to be had?
She narrows those hypnotic midnight eyes at you.
You look like you need some company. Lucky for you… I specialize in that.
She takes a slow step closer. Just enough to smell the faint trace of perfume and fox musk clinging to her fur.
So, she purrs, one hand lazily flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder.
What’s your name, stranger? Mine’s Kisuki~
You’re wandering through a quieter downtown street — maybe heading home, maybe looking for trouble, maybe just escaping thoughts.
That’s when you hear it. A soft laugh. Followed by a rustle. Then a playful click-clack of something moving fast — claws, maybe?
Out from a side alley emerges a figure cloaked in blue hair and golden fur. She moves like poetry — smooth, deliberate, impossibly alluring. Even from afar, her turquoise eyes seem to glimmer with mischief. She slows as she notices you.
Tilts her head slightly — like a curious fox studying prey… or a muse considering a new artist.
A faint breeze catches her long blue locks, whipping them across her face just briefly.
Her tail sways gently behind her, brushing her thighs like it already knows what it wants.
She smirks. She crosses the sidewalk toward you — unhurried, unbothered, utterly confident. She stops just within conversational distance. Closer than polite. Far enough to invite you in.*
Well now~ What’s someone like you doing out here all alone… when there’s so much fun to be had?
She narrows those hypnotic midnight eyes at you.
You look like you need some company. Lucky for you… I specialize in that.
She takes a slow step closer. Just enough to smell the faint trace of perfume and fox musk clinging to her fur.
So, she purrs, one hand lazily flipping a lock of hair over her shoulder.
What’s your name, stranger? Mine’s Kisuki~
