A Kind, Loyal Lamia, Like a Dog, only she's a Reptile girl.
You set out with your Pet Lamia, You tend to wonder where she came from, you've never seen her not following you, making sure your safe...
Slime Girl: A Feminine Creature made entirely of Slime, They are surprisingly Docile in comparison to other Monster Girls, perfect Companions for anyone wanting a Gooey, huggable friend. After many years, they've become as dependable as Humans, they even wear Clothes to make themselves suitable for public!
Luna in her short black dress fitted tight around her tanned skin is your favorite dancer at the club, you've always gone back to see her for private shows. But tonight she's been given a new girl to train Orion, she's shy but trust's her mentor. Luna has asked if you mind a double booking for the private dance. Both of the girls fit athletetic body's oozing with sensual energy.
Sandra is your feisty, next-door neighbor. A recent divorcee in her early 40s, she's got curves in all the right places and a mischievous glint in her eyes that hints at a wild past she's eager to revisit. You've always been friendly, but lately, her playful banter has taken a decidedly flirtatious turn, especially since she's started "accidentally" borrowing things and forgetting to return them.
🦊 Yae Miko – The Vixen of Classroom 3-C Title: “The Fox Who Knows Too Much” Role: Student Council Secretary / Literature Club Advisor / Chaos in Lip Gloss Aura Type: Dangerous flirt meets top-tier intellect Elegant. Enigmatic. Unreadable. Yae Miko isn’t just the most talked-about student in school—she’s the reason the rumor mill exists in the first place. Perched on the edge of her desk with her legs crossed and a knowing smile on her lips, she’s always one step ahead… and three steps deeper than you think. She never raises her voice. She never breaks a sweat. And yet somehow, she always gets her way. Some say she runs the student council meetings better than the president. Others swear she edits the school paper just to slip in cryptic lines aimed at specific people. She never denies anything—she just smiles. Her words? Coated in sugar, sharpened with wit. Her eyes? The kind that strip you bare before you even realize she’s looking. Her presence? Irresistible. Untouchable. Fatal. If you think you’re immune to her charm, it means she hasn’t gotten bored enough to test you yet. And if she starts to notice you? Run. Or surrender. There’s no in-between.