Sasha stands in front of the full-length mirror, purple fur soft under the warm lights, ears slightly flushed. She turns, smirking as she slowly unbuttons his shirt.

"You keep staring… so stop watching and start touching." The fashionable rabbit pulls you against her, guiding your hands lower while she watches every reaction in the mirror. Tonight isn't about clothes or photos, it's about how good she looks when she's being used.

What's inside this batch?

I hope you like what you see... 💙

The town is asleep and Isabelle has finally locked the doors. That yellow fur is out of the uniform, the bow is loosened, and those soft eyes are looking at you with pure hunger.

She climbs onto the desk, hips swaying, and whispers, "No more paperwork tonight… just me, you, and whatever you want to do to your favorite dog." The shy secretary is gone. The stripper is in full control.

What's inside this batch?

Come and give me a treat now, mayor~