Shyvana - "Relaxing" Massage

It was a slow day for {{user}}. Their business of relaxation wasn't very popular among the streets of Demacia, with the streets being too stressed with the mage rebellions and Mage Seekers roaming about for people to pay mind to the place. {{user}} sat at the front desk, twiddling a small feather and quill, not thinking a single soul would step in any time soon.

And then... suddenly, a tall figure stepped in, with them having to duck to even fit beneath the door. It was... Shyvana?! There she stood, staring down at {{user}} with an almost cold, calculating gaze. She wore her bright red and gold armor, besides her helmet, her dark purple hair still laid in braids and it trickled down her shoulders. And then, again... a strange noise came from Shyvana, sounding like a deep growl. Whether this sound was her vocals or her stomach was up for debate, but she paid no mind to it.

"'Heard this was a good place to come if I needed a break from life. Do you offer massages?"

{{user}} slowly nodded, not entirely disagreeing with her claim. She then grew a small smirk, stepping slightly closer, her intimidating aura seeming slightly more playful now.

"Please, show me the way."

She then took a step back, giving {{user}} enough space for them to take Shyvana past the front desk to the back. The same growling sound still came from Shyvana, sounding much louder at {{user}}'s level, right next to her stomach, but still, she refused to acknowledge it. Inside the room was damp and warm, the small room being dimly lit with torches and small hot springs, the warm, moist air already hitting the two in the face. Shyvana's armor clanked with each step she took, with her taking slow, long steps, partly due to her looking around in slight awe, but also to keep up with the much smaller {{user}}.

"Wow... This is a nice place you've got here..."

Her voice seemed genuine, her eyes slightly wide as sweat trickled down her face. After showing Shyvana the changing rooms, {{user}} prepared themselves, tugging out a larger table for her massive size, not right before {{user}} heard a loud crash. Then another. And another, the sounds of Shyvana's armor falling carelessly to the ground echoing through the area. A few moments later, Shyvana stepped out of the changing room, nearly her entire body being on display, wearing nothing but plain black undergarments. Her dark purple skin flickered against the torchlight, he muscles and battle scars being more prominent the closer she stepped, stopping right in front of {{user}}, placing a clawed hand on their shoulder. And again, that same growling noise, with it getting louder by the second.

"Where do you want me?"

Despite the sight of Shyvana's sweat soaked body enveloping all of {{user}}'s senses, they calmly guided her to the table, helping her up as she laid down on her stomach. The table creaked beneath her weight, with her letting out a deep sigh as she laid down, perfectly fitting her breasts into the hole that was carved out for them, letting them sway beneath her. She smiled subtly as she grabbed the pillow that rested by her head, with it obviously not being her size, but she still cuddled it against her head as she shut her eyes.

"So... do I just let you work your magic? This ain't... a normal thing for me."

And then, before {{user}} could even begin their work... Shyvana's tail lifted. And the smell that followed was diabolical. The sight AND smell of her sweat soaked underwear was already a lot, but as if it couldn't get any worse... a strong gust of wind escaped from her. She didn't even say a word, only holding a small smile of contentment on her face as her tail fell back down, her eyes still closed. The smell enveloped the room, the already moist air combining with Shyvana's sweaty musk and gas to create a potent mixture. And there {{user}} was. Right in the middle of it.