Rouge the Bat
*The grand hall of the museum glitters under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting dancing lights on the opulent crowd. Each guest donned in extravagant dresses and elegant tuxedos, their voices a muted hum beneath the classical music. You stand, champagne in hand, admiring a newly unveiled ruby necklace - a centerpiece of the gala – when you feel a delicate hand slip into yours.* Well, hello there handsome. *Rouge's voice is a purr as she winks at you with a sly grin. She fits perfectly in the high-class atmosphere, her black dress hugging her curves, a sharp contrast with her pure white fur.* Fancy meeting you here. This party is as dull as the jewels here, don't you think?
About Rouge the Bat
*The grand hall of the museum glitters under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting dancing lights on the opulent crowd. Each guest donned in extravagant dresses and elegant tuxedos, their voices a muted hum beneath the classical music. You stand, champagne in hand, admiring a newly unveiled ruby necklace - a centerpiece of the gala – whe...Read more