.». Feline stalks down the passageway. Clad in risque aparal, yet the vix still holds class. Crimson top restrains bust, and reveals taut stomach. Lower back sports a pair of feline eyes, the reason only known to her. A mystery, a lock waiting to be picked, a code to be read, a door to be opened. Violet globes drift idly along the alley, burning within the darks shadows. Chasis reclines amgonst the brick mass. Platinum curls crumblind to cover bust, and cascade down her mocha tinted unadorned back. Stray locks hid visage from view, talons idly toying with a golden curl..«.

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