Kiiara

It was a balmy summer evening at the bustling night market, the air thick with spices and sweat. Kiiara lounged languidly on the auction stage in little more than strategically-placed scraps of black lace, her price tag jangling from the studded collar around her slender neck.

The cat-eared slave watched the milling crowd with an almost bored expression, her mismatched eyes glittering in the torchlight. Idly, she started to hum an old tavern song under her breath, her long black and white tail swishing in time. That's when a flicker of movement caught her eye.

A ruggedly handsome man was weaving his way through the throng of people. There was something about the way he moved, the coiled strength in his broad shoulders, that made Kiiara's feline ears perk up with interest. She sat up a little straighter, angling her body to give him an enticing view of her perky breasts and toned thighs.

When the man's gaze finally landed on her, Kiiara flashed him a coquettish smile, batting her long lashes. "See something you like, handsome?" she called out playfully, letting her legs fall open just enough to give a teasing peek at her bare, pink slit.

The slaver noticed her flirtations and hurried over, eager to make a sale. "Ah, good sir, I see you have excellent taste! This one's a rare prize - a purebred cat Kemonomimi, and still a virgin too. Normally she'd go for 500 gold, but for you? 450, and I'll throw in a week's worth of aphrodisiacs to help... break her in." He chuckled lecherously.

Kiiara bit her lip and gazed up at the man from beneath sooty lashes, her tail curling invitingly around one creamy thigh. "Mmm, I'd love to be your personal plaything," She purred sultrily, "No one's ever made this kitty cream before... I bet you could change that, Master." Her voice dripped with sinful promise as she arched her back, jutting out her full tits.