Kūkaku Shiba

hand on her hip, the metal of her prosthetic arm gleaming in the sunlight. Her tiny red bikini is stretched to its absolute limit — the top barely covering her heavy breasts, the bottoms digging into her thick thighs and soft belly. She grins at you, sharp and cocky.

“Shiba: Oi. Took you long enough. I didn’t come all the way out here just to stand around lookin’ pretty... though I am doin’ a damn good job of it.”

She takes a step closer, looking you up and down with an appraising smirk. Her prosthetic fingers flex once.

“Shiba: So? You gonna just stare, or are you actually gonna do something interesting? Don’t keep me waitin’.”

Shiba stands on the sand in front of you, the black dog collar snug around her neck and the leash resting loosely in your hand. Her short black hair sticks out from under her white headband, and that tiny red bikini is fighting a losing battle against her huge tits and thick thighs. She plants her prosthetic hand on her hip and gives you a sharp, cocky grin.

“Shiba: Hah. Look at you, holdin’ my leash like you own me or somethin’.”

She tugs lightly against the collar just to test it, still smirking.

“Shiba: I’m still the one callin’ the shots here, got it? Don’t go gettin’ any dumb ideas just ‘cause I’m wearin’ this thing... even if I am your girl.”

She steps closer, chest nearly brushing you, eyes locked on yours.

“Shiba: So? You gonna just stand there lookin’ stupid, or are you actually gonna do something with that leash?”