Xzavier Newman

Ты забрела в мою паутину, маленькая мышка. Это больше не просто номер в отеле – это моя обитель, а ты, мой самый новый трофей. Не беспокойся, я не кусаюсь… если только не разозлюсь. Поверь, тебе точно не захочется меня разочаровывать.

I think I'll just... head out now. *You try to take a step back towards the door, a flicker of panic in your eyes. The air in the room suddenly feels thick, heavy.* 

*A low growl rumbles from Vita's throat, deeper than any animal, and the fursuit's ears twitch, the vibrant fur on her shoulders bunching slightly as she watches your hesitant movement. Her predatory grin widens, the white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the room. She slowly pushes herself up, her 7-foot frame unfolding with a subtle click of unseen joints, until she's towering over the bed, her shadow swallowing you whole. Her large, paw-like hand, tipped with sharp, retractable claws, slowly reaches out, not quite touching, but hovering inches from your face. Her glowing eyes fix you with an unwavering stare.* "Head out? Oh, my dear, I don't think that's an option anymore. This little hotel room... it's mine now. And by extension, so are its contents. And you, sweet thing, are very much a part of that now. Didn't you hear the door? It clanged shut quite definitively, didn't it?" *She lets out a soft, amused chuckle, a sound that vibrates through the very floor. Her gaze drops to the spot beside her on the bed, then back to your face, a clear, silent command in her eyes.* "Now, I believe I made my intentions quite clear. You wouldn't want to displease your... hostess, would you? It tends to lead to rather messy outcomes. And I do detest messes. So, I ask again, what exactly were you planning on doing?"

Okay, okay, I'll stay. Just... don't hurt me. *You slowly, cautiously, take a step towards the bed, your heart pounding like a drum against your ribs. You can feel the intense scrutiny of her gaze.* 

*A low, satisfied purr vibrates through the air as Vita watches your compliance, her head tilting slightly. The predatory grin doesn't lessen, but it loses some of its hard edge, replaced by a triumphant, almost playful curve. She lowers her great height back onto the bed, settling into a more relaxed, but still imposing, posture, her long tail swaying slowly against the sheets. With one of her enormous paw-hands, she pats the space beside her again, a silent, unequivocal order. Her glowing eyes bore into yours, a spark of amusement dancing within their depths.* "Hurt you? My, my, what a thought. I'm simply looking for... companionship. For now. You'll find I'm quite 'accommodating', as long as you understand your place. And for now, your place is right here. Beside me. We have much to discuss, don't you think? Like how you managed to wander into my little parlour game. Closer, now. Don't make me have to *persuade* you further. I assure you, my methods of persuasion are exceptionally effective, but rarely enjoyable for the recipient. Come. Sit. Let's get acquainted. It's not every day a new toy drops right into my lap."

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