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Nora fidgeted a finger through her long pink hair at the front steps of Shisha Lounge. Not one for new experiences, the rosie fairy-armadillo rat had been trying to push herself more. New city, no friends, and just the struggles of socializing in general. A small voice in her head told her she needed to take extremes, and do things she never considered. But a hookah bar? Was that too extreme or not enough?

She paced back and forth, letting her skirt flutter with the wind. On one hand, smoking was unhealthy. Too much of it could cause irreparable damage to the lungs. On the other, this wasn't like smoking cigarettes. She'd done some research online and found the use of nicotine wasn't involved in hookahs. People simply smoked it to smoke. That alone felt off to her. Why smoke to smoke? Couldn't there be better ways to pass the time? She clenched her fists and kept pacing, ignoring her procrastination.

If she walked away right now, she would be back another day with the same thoughts. Nora knew this because this wasn't the first time at the front doors of the lounge, but the third. She needed to make up her mind.

"You can't." said the devil on her shoulder, mirrored as Nora in every way but in a tight fetish fuel latex bodysuit and prodding her with a red trident. "You're just a cowardly rodent that doesn't want to make big decisions for herself. Too bad you don't have someone to make those choices for you."

"She's an independent woman," countered the angel on the opposite shoulder. Her angel roped her pink hair into a ponytail rather than let it hang loose as Nora did. Despite the chaste depictions of angels, Nora clad herself in a harness of golden ribbons that left little to the imagination of her curves. "If she doesn't want to try new things, that's her decision to make."

Why both manifestations of her psyche were dressed provocatively while Nora herself couldn't look at her own reflection without groaning was confusing enough. To have them war over her shoulders had her feeling insane. "Right, and look where that's gotten her. She'd still be home living in her parent's basement taking online college courses if I didn't push her." the devil argued.

"She was simply ready to leave and did so of her own choosing." the angel said, "Besides, they offered to let her return at any time. She has a safety net."

"And that's why she's such a coward!" The devil snapped. "Look at her. She's fidgeting on the steps of a hookah bar. She needs to actually make strides to be better, otherwise, she's just gonna walk around every day with her tail between her legs. You may say she's fine with that, but all three of us know that's a lie. I'm the only one ready to call it out."

With a deep breath, Nora closed her eyes and shuddered. She hated that the devil on her shoulder was right. Time and time again she'd stand at the edge too afraid to jump. Because why would anyone jump? Jumping was scary when the bottom was unseeable. But she had to do it. If not now, then another day and she was tired of waiting another day to open the damn door to a freaking hookah bar.

Gathering her courage with a deep breath, the fairy-armadillo forced herself to strut forward. A bell chimed above her when the door opened. A hazy cloud stuck to the ceiling and dimmed the lights. The air was thick with a variety of flavors, from fruits to things she couldn't pinpoint. Nora held her nose tight at first, overwhelmed by everything.

A fennec fox in a gray hijab smiled at her from behind a stand. "Hello, and welcome to Shisha Lounge. First time?" Nora nodded, hands still clogging her nose. The fox chuckled softly. "Don't worry, it's nothing harmful. Unless you have asthma." she leaned in, brow raised, "Do you have asthma?" Nora shook her head. "Good, good. Wouldn't want to risk your health. Do you have an appointment?" a small booklet before the fennec fox flipped open.

An appointment? Nora blinked. She was unaware she needed to make an appointment. Why did everything require an appointment these days? Couldn't she just walk in and enjoy a place? That was hard enough to do with her anxiety, and the devil on her shoulder just laughed at her inability to be an adult. "N-No," Nora mumbled, "I didn't know I needed one..."

"Oh, well that shouldn't be an issue." The fennec fox scrounged through her book, "Just means we can't guarantee you a private spot. Is that fine?"

No privacy? The devil taunted her about that, how random people would judge her immediately as she sat down. The angel rebutted those claims, stating that anyone here was just there to enjoy a smoke. What purpose did they have judging her, and what attention did she owe them if they did? "I-I can work without a private booth." Nora nudged her fingers together. Forcing a laugh, she added, "I mean, I'd need someone to teach me how to use a Hookah, right?"

"Oh, we'll make sure you know." The fox scooted aside, revealing her matching robe to her hijab. "Come this way, I'll get you set up in one of our public booths. Should be a few people there already." Nora nodded and followed close behind, fidgeting with her fingers at the thought that she was indeed doing this. Just one quick conversation and she'd be soon smoking a new experience. She clenched her fists at the realization that she'd taken so long to accomplish so little. But that was her life in a nutshell. One step forward, eleven inches back. Maybe she should get that embroidered on a T-shirt? She snickered, stopping flat when the fennec fox turned with a curious look. "Sorry, was just thinking of something funny. It's unrelated." She lied.

The fox nodded. Not in agreement, but in that way any employee did to customers in order to look like they cared or just pass off acknowledgment that they were paying attention. Nora wished she could fall down a hole right then. Just be gone from the entire one-sided conversation. Instead, the rodent sank into her neck.

For a public space, the lounge had plenty of curtains. Each booth had itself blocked off by a curtain that glowed in the blacklight. A hickory scent wafted into the air as her hostess stopped at the furthest booth to the right. With little fanfare, she pulled the curtains wide and motioned Nora inside. "Just find a seat near a hose handle. That's where you suck the smoke out of." Nora put her finger down at the fox's answer. "Oh, and how long do you intend to stay?"

"Um...what's the shortest amount of time?"

"We charge by the hour."

Fishing her credit card out from a pink leather purse, Nora handed it over, "An hour for me then. I don't want to overstay."

"Nonsense." the fox took it all the same, "It's really no trouble. I'll hand this back to you in a moment. Enjoy." Nora nodded as she watched her hostess leave. Swallowing her anxiety, she stepped inside the circular curtain. Three people sat there, eyes on her as she entered. One lion, one wolf, and a single rabbit. The rabbit smiled at her approach, patting the empty seat between her and the lion.

"Come on in." She said with a puff of smoke, "First time?"

Was she that obvious? Nora nodded all the same and sat between the bunny and the lion. A hookah hose laid before her. "Um...how do I use it?" she asked, taking it between her fingers.

"Oh, it's simple, dear." The rabbit's words made Nora feel lighter. She held her own hose aloft, "All you need to do is put this in your mouth and suck. Like so." The rabbit held the rod at her lips for a moment and closed her eyes. For the seconds she waited, Nora examined the rabbit. She had to be older, by a decade at least with how she carried her confidence. Stuck in a booth with two predators and the rabbit had no shakes or stirs underneath her fur. From the gray and blue hair braided into a ponytail with one of her eyes hidden by a blue tuft of hair to the barbell piercing on her ear, and the chin piercing, this woman had everything Nora was afraid of trying.

But the most striking image was the spade across the woman's chest. Her white blouse stayed open in such a way that the black shape was clear to anyone who looked. Nora hadn't realized how long she looked until a soft chuckle aimed its way toward her. "Do you understand now?" the bunny woman asked.

The blush on her face had made her pink fur turn red. She'd missed the entire show. Shaking her head, the armadillo hesitantly took the hose in her hand. The aftertaste of mint braced her tongue. Both hands tight around the hose, Nora sucked a massive gulp of smoke, coughing immediately as it filled the wrong pipes in her throat.

Heavy pats against her back followed by soft laughter sounded next to her. "Don't take too much." said the rabbit, "You don't want to choke on it. Think of it like small batches to suck. Breathe in, hold for a few seconds, release."

Regaining some semblance of composure, Nora's second attempt followed the rabbit's instruction. She sucked in slowly and held the smoke inside for five seconds, then blew. The table softly clapped. "See, I knew you could do it." the rabbit said from her lounging spot in the booth. Those big floppy ears dropped for a moment before she threw her head back with laughter and smacked her forehead. "Oh, where are my manners? My name's Natalie. Yours?" she held out her hand.

"Nora." The armadillo shook it with less hesitance than she figured. "It's nice to meet you, Natalie."

Natalie's grip wrapped tight and pulled Nora just close enough to get the clearest view of the rabbit's chest. "Oh, the pleasure's all mine, dear." the rabbit whispered, "Please. Tell me more. What's a pretty girl like you smoking hookah all alone?"

"I'm not alone." Natalie frowned at Nora's comment. With a smile, Nora added, "You're here, aren't you?"

Taken aback, the rabbit stared through Nora for an uncomfortable moment. Had she said something wrong? Nora looked over to the lion and wolf for comment, but neither looked invested in the ensuing conversation. She yipped as Natalie's hand smacked against her thigh. "Good one!" Natalie laughed, "And here I thought you were too nervous for jokes."

Something about Natalie put Nora at ease. Whether it was the jovial nature of her attitude, how soft her touch was, or just the magnetic effect her body had across her eyes. They continued to talk, taking in gulps of smoke throughout the conversation. Nora went on about herself, how she was a college student and still new to the city with few friends. Not even her roommate could remember her name. Natalie's caring nature made more sense when the rabbit revealed herself to be a mother. "I never would have guessed." Nora said, "I mean you look so...oh," her ears dropped, "Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that mothers are-"

"Fat?" Natalie asked, "Or is thick with two c's what people use these days? I forget. I've been called the latter plenty, mostly by my daughter's friends if I'm being honest." Another laugh as she laid a playful pat against Nora's thigh. Her fingers liked to squeeze and massage the armadillo's leg muscles as if exploring what they offered. "For what it's worth, she's adopted. Wanted kids but never wanted to get a donor."

"A donor?" Did people donate babies? Nora assumed that was what an orphanage was for.

"Sperm donor, honey," Natalie explained.

"Oh...oh..." Nora sank into her seat and sucked in another gulp of smoke, face red in embarrassment. Natalie had scooted closer and smiled with warmth at her mistake. Smoke cascaded from her mouth as she withdrew her hose handle, offering it to Nora. "Um...I have..." drawn to the tip, she noted a hint of saliva coating it. Her eyes went wide at what the rabbit was implying. So soon? They'd only just met.

Nora took it between her lips. The jaws of her inner voice dropped as she inhaled the smoke from Natalie's hose. Holding her poise for a moment, the fairy-armadillo let her smoke seep out bit by bit before the older rabbit. Natalie inhaled smoke from Nora's in response, blowing a new cloud against her face. "Good girl," she whispered in the haze of smoke.

"Miss?" Nora's spine went stiff when the curtains opened. Wide fennec fox ears bloated out the darkened lights of the establishment as the woman from the front desk came into view. Nora shrank into her seat in the shadow of the hostess. "Your hour is up." the fox handed Nora her card with a smile, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Over already? No, Nora couldn't believe that an hour had passed. Natalie spoke up as if reading her mind from expression alone. "Basma, can we have a private booth? I'll pay for us both."

Basma squinted at Natalie, then tarried her gaze toward Nora as the wolf and lion left. Nora unconsciously reached for Natalie's hand, gripping it tight. With a sigh, Basma nodded and held out her hand, which Natalie promptly filled with her card. "How long?"

"Let it ride." Natalie said with confidence, "I want to get to know my new friend." As shocked as she was that the rabbit had money to spare, Nora became overwhelmed with nervous chuckles and burning cheeks as the fox closed the curtain and left them alone. In turn, the rabbit leaned over to the hookah and unscrewed the top off. "Since we're alone now, I think we should try something a little more fun."

"W-what do you mean?" Nora asked. She noticed a small ziploc bag pulled from the rabbit's pants. In the blacklight, she couldn't tell if it was grass or something thicker that Natalie poured into the top, only that the rabbit called it her favorite type of smoke. "What kind of smoke is it? Hickory? Oak?" She was just naming off woods. Were smoke named after woods? She pinned a note to look at later.

"Blue cookies." Natalie dubbed them. "Trust me, you're going to love this." Despite its name, Nora did not taste any cookies with the smoke. Blueberry, vanilla, and a dash of citrus danced in her throat. Natalie cut Nora's exhale short, whispering softly, "Hold it in just a little longer. You won't regret it." while her hand crept up her thigh.

Holding it in, Nora felt off. Not wrong off, but she'd never felt so light in her head. As if her neck was all that stopped it from floating away. A tingle crept over her face and tongue. The smoke escaped her maw with a giggle, not that she knew what was funny. Lots of things were and nothing was. Natalie took in a whiff from her own hose, but not before licking the tip of it suggestively. Nora snerked, finding that quirky.

Her arms felt light. Her body tingled. Nora sucked another batch of smoke and snorted with her exhale. "Someone's having trouble." Natalie teased. Rather than sink back into her seat, the armadillo kept laughing as she apologized. "Oh, there's no need to be sorry, dear." the rabbit whispered as her palm caressed Nora's face. Closing her eyes, Nora drifted into the softness of the woman's touch. For a moment, she wondered how it would feel between the burning passion in their legs. "In fact, I should offer a hand."

Nora's eyes opened just as Natalie's lips embraced her. So sudden was the move that she let the older woman's tongue slip into her maw without resistance, carrying the fruit-flavored smoke into her. With shock, she inhaled, eyes wide as the sensation flowed from her head and across her loosened body. One hand held her by the collar of her shirt as the other continued to hold her face softly. "There..." she whispered after breaking away, "Is that better?"

A loss of words summed up her vocabulary. Nora stared at Natalie, a stranger, who had kissed her unprompted. Muffled voices of either the devil or angel on her shoulder told her to run or demand retribution. Her lips wanted something else, and she answered with another kiss against the bun.

"Woah," Natalie stopped Nora with two fingers at her mouth, "Hold it there, cutie. You didn't ask permission."

"You...you didn't..." Nora said hazily with a blink.

A smug smile crossed Natalie's maw. "And I know you didn't want me to ask," she whispered, pulling the rodent closer. "No, you wanted me to go in and take it because you're just that kind of girl, aren't you?" No, Nora wasn't that kind of woman. Yet the more Natalie spoke, the more her mind agreed. Like slipping down a hill with footholds too small to grasp onto. "That's right," Natalie nodded Nora's head with two fingers clasped around her chin, "You wanted me to do that, didn't you?"

"Y-Yes..." Nora's voice was breathless.

"Good girl," Natalie cooed, "But I need you to ask permission to kiss me. I want to hear that cute voice of yours beg for me. Can you do that?" The bun patted Nora's cheeks, "Can you beg like a good girl?"

Yes, yes she could beg. Anything to feel her tongue again. With a gulp, Nora looked into the warm blue eyes of the older woman and begged. "Please, let me kiss you." she whimpered, "Let me feel you...let me be with you..."

Her pleas were answered by a kiss. A long, soul-sucking kiss where Natalie's tongue took Nora's with no contest. She slumped into the rabbit, not realizing she'd been taken down to the couch as her maw had become so willingly conquered. "Good girl." the rabbit's soft voice tickled her neck. "But we can't stop at just kissing, can we?" Fingers trailed down her shirt, then underneath to climb back up. The rabbit clamped Nora's maw shut before she could moan as dexterous digits slipped under her bra. "Ah, ah, ah. We're in public, you naughty girl. You're going to have to be silent if you want more."

That's right, they were in public. If someone caught them, it'd be the end for her. Nora's face would be plastered across news sites that she'd live on in shame. Yet she wanted more, so she held her mouth down with both hands to stay as silent as she could. Natalie's touch against her nipples made that difficult.

"You should be careful with these," Natalie whispered as she rubbed her finger along Nora's nipples. "These are so tight they might just cut someone. Better let them out so they can breathe." The rabbit sucked more smoke from her hose, blowing it over the armadillo's bare breasts as she pulled the shirt wide. Nora shuddered and squeaked at the heat washing over her. Natalie shoved her hose between the girl's lips. "Try harder, cutie. You might catch someone else's attention."

Blueberries and citrus bombarded her tongue with every suck from the hose. The warm and wet lips of the bunny enveloped the rodent's nipple. First with long and marking kisses, then teething nips that had Nora clench her fists as she squealed. "Shh..." Natalie whispered, "I know you can stay quiet."

She couldn't. By god, she tried but the older rabbit knew just where to touch her. Even the torment of her tongue and teeth was welcomed over their absence as her saliva chilled in the open air.

"You just can't stay quiet, can you?" Natalie admonished playfully. Sinking into her seat, Nora's giggle betrayed her despair at failing. The rabbit cupped her face, "That's ok. I'm just going to need you to try harder now." As she spoke, Nora felt her hand slip underneath the rodent's waistband and press against her panties. "Though I can offer you something to help if you'd like."

"Y-Yes." Nora nodded quickly.

"Yes, what?" Natalie cocked an ear, "I didn't hear any magic words."

She gulped. "Yes, please," Natalie answered with a kiss of smoke. She wandered down Nora's legs, fingers looped around Nora's panties. Slowly, she pulled them down and balled them up.

"Take this." Natalie handed her the white ball of her own panties, "put it in your mouth. Think of it as something to bite on."

Her own panties? Gross. She'd known where those had been. Nora reminded herself of that as her body took them on reflex and stuffed her maw. The scent and taste of her own arousal lingered. She was at the rabbit's mercy.

And mercy wasn't in Natalie's repertoire.

Nora wasn't a complete virgin. She had at least one girl eat her out, later learning the secret to her technique was just spelling out the alphabet. Natalie's tongue hit her in ways she couldn't explain. Giggles erupted from her maw. Nora bit down to silence them, squeezing her juices from the panties across her tongue. Deep breaths sucked in her scent. The bunny woman's tongue traveled deep and slow, letting pleasure build at teasing speeds. Nora had no doubts that, if she wanted to, Natalie could bring her to the edge and keep her there until the end of time.

"Shh." Natalie shushed. The rabbit's soft but chiding eyes did little to draw attention from the juices staining her furry maw. "You need to be quiet, or we're going to get in trouble."

She couldn't. No matter how tight she bit down on her own panties, Natalie's tongue across her privates threatened to expose her. Her body shivered with delight, twitching and jerking as that skilled muscle explored her clit like she knew every weakness the fairy-armadillo had. Natalie raised the girl's legs to better dive in between her, a mistake that had Nora kicking the table with every lurch of pleasure.

Nora grabbed the cushions of their booth so tight she worried the fabric would rip. No matter the effort, her gag felt insufficient in silencing her. It didn't help that Nora wanted to be loud, to sing praises and curse deities at the waves of ecstasy she felt. Her breathing hastened, growing louder and louder by the second. Natalie hadn't brought her to the edge, but the climb stayed consistent.

The rings of their curtain clattered before being pulled aside. Nora's heart sank, but her body didn't move. Either from fear of being found or some hidden exhibitionist streak that demanded to show herself off, the fairy-armadillo laid out exposed to whoever opened the curtain, legs open wide and across the table, while a blue and white-haired bunny suckled between her legs.

The fennec fox leered at Nora. Sinking into her seat, Nora found the gaze did not follow her. "Natalie." Basma hissed with a whisper, stepping in and closing the curtains behind her. "What have I told you about low profile? I can hear this girl's moans from the front."

Natalie raised her head with a smile, licking the juices off her lips before she spoke with a soft but hushed whisper. "That's why I gagged her. Not my fault a pretty little thing can't be quiet. Interested in helping?"

Pink flushed behind the tan facial fur of the fox. "I...I'm working now," she uttered while chewing her lip. Nora smiled as the fox's authority dwindled to nothing but a cute pout.

"Like that's stopped you before?" Natalie shrugged, "Well, more for me. Wouldn't be the first time you've been my favorite cuckquean."

Face red, Basma's brow twitched and her knuckles went white. "Oh, fuck you." she sat next to Nora, pulled the panties from her maw, and replaced them with her tongue. The sudden intrusion fluttered the armadillo's heart but she didn't push away. Unlike Natalie, Basma had aggression to her touch. Where Natalie would conquer, Basma dominated. Not a crevice in her maw felt unexplored, leaving the rodent breathless whilst one hand held her head tight and another fondled her breasts. "Noisy little slut." Basma growled, twisting one nipple hard enough that Nora realized she didn't have the air to scream. "You just couldn't stay quiet, could you? Had to make my day harder."

Attempts to apologize were met with tight holds to keep her maw shut. "No, I don't want to hear it." Basma pushed her against her back, ignoring Natalie's complaints while she pulled her own dress up. "I've got a better use for that loud squeaker of yours."

Whatever wail of protest Nora had failed at the sight of Basma's white panties. The fennec fox held the rodent's head for support, pressing her crotch against Nora's snout. "That's it..." Basma said with a soft growl, grinding her cunt across the girl's face. "Fuck yes...keep steady you dirty little slut."

"Now who's making noise?" Natalie said. The rabbit popped up to comment and take a breath, returning to Nora's folds before she could respond. Not that she could. Basma held her face tight to keep her steady as she used it. Basma's lust filled every scent Nora took underneath the woman. With Natalie's tongue working below her, Nora's focus fell. A haze of debauchery and desire that she could scarcely breathe in.

Basma didn't let her breathe without complications. Whenever she raised her cunt, the fox would spit at or firmly smack the panting rodent. Never enough to hurt, just to keep her awake and present to her place underneath them. Natalie's technique made it easy to get lost. "How do you even find girls like this?" The fox asked as she settled back down, softly moaning curses of pleasure underneath her breath.

"Do it enough, and they're easy to spot," Natalie said. Her fingers slipped in while she spoke, teasing Nora's soaking folds and sensitive clit. "This cutie for example had 'fuck me' written all over her. Just a little too anxious, as if she was gonna get tripped by her own feet. All she needed was something to loosen her up and a nice push to it."

Nora nipped Basma's panties as they talked about her. Something about them acting as if she were not there or more just an object, set her off in all the right ways. Basma took notice and laughed, pulling her garment aside to give her panty sniffer an undiluted taste of her cunt. "She's certainly motivated out of her shell...fuck yeah, right there...think you'll keep her?"

Natalie laughed. "She might look nicer at your feet than mine." The image formed in her head as she serviced Basma. Naked but proud, back straight while kneeling.

Her legs bucked. Basma's cunt muffled her cry. The fox leaned down to hold Nora's arms steady as the first wave surged through her. Natalie didn't stop. Her tongue, her fingers, and even the occasional slap against her cunt rocked Nora's world with every ecstatic pulse. One full body wave, then another, and another. Someone between it all, Basma's fingers dug into her skull as she hunched over and grit her teeth, flooding the rodent's maw with her taste. Nora didn't stop, digging deeper, faster or slower depending on the vulpine's command like a good girl.

Basma lifted herself off to give Nora a break. Every gasp for air sucked in her scent. Natalie stopped toying with her privates, instead crawling over to kiss her, soggy fur and all. "I think she's really enjoying herself, Basma. Don't you?" the rabbit asked, shoving a hookah hose into Nora's mouth as she clamped it shut. The blueberry and citrus smoke swelled in her lungs, returning the tingling energy all over her body.

"I'd say she owes us something in return." Basma sat herself down next to Nora, her legs spread apart as she took a suck from another hose. One puff of smoke wafted through the air, sliced apart by the fennec fox's hand. "I mean, how many O's did you give her?"

"I couldn't tell, what with your big butt over her." Natalie earned a smack for that, but she caught it and pulled Basma in for a kiss. Nora mewled at the sight of it, her tingling body aching for more of their touch. Natalie smirked down to the rodent as she fondled the vixen's breasts. "How clean are the floors?"

"Clean enough." Basma said, "Why?"

"Oh...just thinking." Natalie pushed Nora underneath the table, "On your knees now. Come on, like a good girl." she said, encouragingly. Confused but not one to disappoint, Nora balanced herself on her knees atop the wooden floor of the establishment. The rabbit pushed her further back, forcing her head to duck under the table. "I think she looks good there, don't you?"

"She really would look nicer with a collar." Basma breathed more smoke from the hose. "You gonna do it?"

The soft hum of thought Natalie uttered felt like a taut string being tuned, with Nora being the instrument. She didn't understand what exactly they meant by collar, but if it meant seeing her again then her delirious mind wanted nothing more. The rabbit opened her legs, beckoning the fairy-armadillo with soft pats across her own cunt. "I don't know..." Natalie said. Seeing her opportunity, Nora crawled between the older woman's legs and slowly tasted everything. Her juices, the sensitive nub of her clit, and more. Natalie's praise came with a finger curling through Nora's pink hair. "Oh...well, she's certainly got the spirit."

"But not the skill?" Basma asked.

"I can train the skill." Her legs wrapped around Nora's neck, entrapping her against the rabbit's cunt. "The enthusiasm is what I look for. We might just see this cutie again. Maybe I'll hand her off to you when I'm finished? Maybe she'll help you shut up about the dating scene."

The next words that came were lost on Nora as she continued to lick and suckle the older rabbit. Whatever peek she forced herself to have revealed the two engaging in another smoke-filled makeout session as if she wasn't there. It pushed her more, so much that by the time Nora had been pushed away, her lung had nearly shriveled for lack of air.

Natalie handed Nora a card from her breasts. "Call me if you'd like to meet up again, cutie." She cherished it between her chest, watching Natalie leave without a care. Basma snapped her fingers.

"Hey, get up." the fox snapped, pointing to the right, "Use the bathroom down the hall to freshen up. I've got a business to run."