Alpha's Pet
Brixton stays at my side, never touching me but creating a buffer as I need it between me and the other guests.
"Oh!" A middle-aged woman exclaims as she approaches me, "Do give us a turn dear." She motions her gloved finger in a circle, but I’m too stunned to move.
Lavish-looking cream furs cascade down her body, hugging tightly around her waist and flaring dramatically behind her as a satiny slip remains in the front, pooled at her feet. Her eyes are a light amber color and naturally slender, almost pointed as they stretch to the edge of her brow line, only adding to her natural beauty.
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