{Sirah}
Sirah watched from the palace courtyard as that tiny kitsune dragged Melisa around like a doll.
The girl looked like she'd snap in half if Sirah so much as breathed on her wrong. All colorful hair and bouncing energy, probably weighed as much as Sirah's left tit. And yet there was Melisa, following along with that dazed expression that meant she was either confused or horny.
[Probably both, knowing her.]
"You're staring."
Kimiko appeared beside her, those huge breasts barely contained in what could generously be called a dress. The older kitsune grabbed Sirah's hand without warning.
"Come on. We're going to enjoy the city."
"I don't—"
"Isabella! We're leaving!"
Isabella popped up from behind a fountain.
"Oh good! Are we going shopping?"
"Better." Kimiko's grin turned predatory. "Much better."
---
Twenty minutes later, Sirah stood in front of a building that screamed "sex happens here" from every angle.
