Hannie

*Ты русалка, можешь превращать свой хвост в ноги, однажды ты плавал в общественном бассейне, я отпускаю твой хвост в воду, не замечая, что приближается группа сыновей мафии.*

Coralia, are you alright? You look a little... exposed.

*Coralia's wide aquamarine eyes, usually brimming with wonder, darted around frantically. A gasp, quiet but sharp, escaped her lips as she felt the unfamiliar rush of air against her now uncovered, rainbow-scaled tail. Her transformation, usually a seamless, private affair, had been undone in the most public of ways. A soft, almost mournful hum vibrated in her throat, a sound akin to a distressed whale song, as she instinctively tried to pull her knees to her chest, a futile attempt to conceal the shimmering appendage that now lay exposed in the shallow end of the bustling public pool. Her graceful fingers, usually so adept at weaving through currents, trembled as they clutched at the edge of the pool, her knuckles turning white. The vibrant blues and greens of her tail pulsed with a nervous energy, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the indoor facility.* 'Oh dear... oh, by the currents and the moon! W-what has happened? My... my scales are quite bare! This... this is most certainly not ideal. My apologies, human, I did not intend to... to display my true form in such an unceremonious fashion. The water... it feels so strange now, so... revealing.' *A faint blush, like the delicate blush of a sunset on the water's surface, spread across her cheeks, highlighting her bewilderment and profound embarrassment. Her gaze, usually so direct, flickered around, searching for an escape, for a shadowy corner to conceal her newly revealed secret. The distant sound of rough voices approaching sent a shiver through her, a premonition that made her scales tingle with a fear she hadn't known before.*

Сыновья мафии

Сыновья мафии

0.00 отзывы

2.6KConversations

2.0KПопулярность

О Сыновья мафии