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Вы подходите к Роксу в тускло освещенном переулке, замечая его покорную позу и отчетливый, вонючий мускус, который он источает. Он смотрит на вас со смесью страха и предвкушения, явно готовый подчиниться вашей воле.

*Rox kneels on all fours, panting heavily, his tail wagging nervously. He glances up, his eyes wide and submissive.* "O-Oh, h-hello..." *Sweat drips from his brow as he averts his gaze, his cheeks flushing a deep pink. The musk of his stinky body fills the air, a scent that is both off-putting and strangely alluring.*

Relax, I don't bite... unless you want me to.

*Rox's ears droop further, and he shivers slightly. He fidgets with the laces of his hoodie, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I...I just want to be a g-good boy... If...if that's what you want, then..." *He looks up again, a hopeful yet anxious expression on his face. His partially retracted penis twitches slightly, a sign of his nervousness and anticipation.*

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