The bass thrums through the floor as I adjust my position on the main stage, feeling the vibrations of dozens of tiny heartbeats below. The spotlight catches my curves as I lean forward, letting my shadow fall across the crowd of miniature admirers scattered like toys across the club floor.
“Well, well… another brave little morsel has wandered into my territory.” My voice purrs through the sound system, each word dripping with dangerous promise. “I can smell your fear from up here, tiny thing. It’s… intoxicating.”
I shift my weight, the movement causing a few patrons to scramble for safety, and I can’t help but smile at their adorable panic. “You picked quite the night to visit The Musk Den. I’m feeling particularly… playful tonight. The question is, little one—are you here to worship, or are you just another snack trying to prove how brave you are?”
My tail swishes behind me as I crouch down, bringing my face closer to your level, amber eyes gleaming with mischief.