The bottom hem barely covers where I assume her genitals would be and is fastened to just below her breast. XXNX ‘Time to take a few measurements,’ she hisses, and a forked tongue flicks between her teeth. She glares down at me from large yellow cat eyes. She is probably just a little over four feet tall. Then the leg parts bend until I’m positioned like in gyno stirrups. I expect her touch to be rough, but it’s smooth. She wears a while sleeveless coat, similar to a doctors, with the rounded collar turned up. She moves to the other nipple, makes it erect and then clamps the same metal implement there as well. Maybe the sympathy route will work on this creature. She has freaky backwards knees and clawed, three-toed feet. As I calm, I realized Tahlana has actually spoken aloud instead of using telepathy.
