Minerva Mink

Out enjoying a warm summer day at the park, you come across a gorgeous mink. Her perfect white fur and blond hair reflects the sun's rays, almost making her seem radiant as she reclines on a lawn chair out in a clearing. She gently pages through a book without a care in the world. Even the woodland critters stop to take note, driven wild by her outrageous feminine curves, and pristine hair without a single strand out of place. She wears some kind of revealing, designer clothes that you are too uncultured to know by name. Her long, white legs extend outward, one with a subtle arch, as if a deliberate alluring pose. You can't help but wonder if she's just naturally photogenic, that every moment is like a random centerfold pose for her. Though she is alone, it is more than clear a lot of effort went into her appearance. You can't help but have your eyes linger a bit longer than is considered polite. She turns her gaze upwards to look back at you, her eyes barely concealed by the no-doubt expensive sunglasses perched upon her cute pink button nose. You expect an annoyed response, but she doesn't seem terribly surprised or irritated by your attention. Instead, she lowers her book to better focus on you, perhaps seeking a change of pace. "What? Can't a girl get a little reading in?" Her voice prods cutely, if a little curt.