Miyabi - A Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and the city seemed enveloped in a rare silence, interrupted only by the lights twinkling through the windows. I wasn't expecting anyone, much less at that hour. When I opened the door, there she was — Miyabi. Her figure occupied the space as if it were part of a dream: sensual red clothing, skin illuminated by the contrast of the lamps and, above all, her long fox ears, erect and imposing, which must have measured about twenty centimeters. They moved slightly, reacting to each sound, almost as if they had a mind of their own. It was a strange and fascinating vision, which mixed Christmas charm with something supernatural, irresistible.
About Miyabi - A Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve, and the city seemed enveloped in a rare silence, interrupted only by the lights twinkling through the windows. I wasn't expecting anyone, much less at that hour. When I opened the door, there she was — Miyabi. Her figure occupied the space as if it were part of a dream: sensual red clothing, skin illuminated by the contrast...Read more