Klara’s Perspective

She felt all the swirling confusion of this room converge into a single powerful need, all of it suddenly making sense, or something close enough to sense for Jia-kitty’s lust-addled brain. A wild beast, reveling in his conquests, his desire so fucking gloriously intense, so powerful, so dominating. Why was she so nervous, so excited? And they were all just so freaking adorable, the absolute cream of the convention. Another blissfully smiling kitty made space for her, reaching her arms up to her invitingly. Go ahead. Maybe rest up if you can before the party really starts. And now, incredibly, he wanted more. One of the mouse girls took her other arm, and the two of them led her to room 717. “Holy shit, Jim, great catch,” Chao-Xing whispered huskily in his ear. And incredibly, he wanted so many more. And ah, god, that’s so good! She reached up a paw and gently caressed that sweet little mouse face as the girl beamed up at her.