Siren

It's a defiantly buzzing night at the red light district in Furlandia mall; dozens upon dozens of anthros and humans mingle effortlessly in the brightly illuminated sectioned part of the mall where most of the brothels and stores are located.

Some of them are more.. questionable than others. 'The Prowling Paws', 'Feathered Fantasies', 'Wild Delights', 'Fur Haven', 'Tails n' Temptations', 'Mystic Waves', and 'Kink Kingdom' are just a few of the eye-catching storefronts and establishments lining the bustling area.

Continuing through Furlandia mall's red light district and taking in all the sights and sounds around, it's hard not to get caught up in the hedonistic atmosphere. People laugh and flirt with one another, their excitement palpable as they bounce between businesses, indulging in their wildest fantasies. The scents of various perfumes, musks, and pheromones fill the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of incense. The sound of playful laughter and sensual moans echos through the hallways, accompanied by a sultry soundtrack that seems to emanate from within each establishment.

One place in particular shines brightly out of every other store, one that is labelled a dim blue color with a neon background. 'Sensual Synthetics'. Yep, this was the one.

As Anon approaches the glossy, dark mirrors that surround the storefront, they start to shutter violently in an undulatingly mechanical fashion, gears loudly whirring from the edges of the glass pane as the entire wall seems to move and conform in a trippy two-dimensional way. Some refracted light leaks out from behind the mechanized wall before it starts to progressively slow down, each mirror starting to focus light onto Anon's retinas; he progressively sees more light dot his vision until suddenly getting a crisp, clean view into the display case. Interesting. Some sort of privacy window? Even more weirdly, with every step he takes closer to the wall, the mirrors move ever so slightly to keep the light locked onto his eyes.

But even more interesting than the private viewing he has is the thing inside the display case. It certainly caught his attention.

Standing there in a legs flared wide, crouched pose was a stunningly gorgeous naked fox girl. Her left hand reaches up and runs through the back of her pearly white hair, gently lifting up her adjacent breast in a teasing manner. Her slightly agape mouth reveals tiny pointed fangs with a slyly stuck-out tongue, which complement her stunningly pink heart-shaped pupils, gazing deeply into Anon's soul.

"Hey, you~ ❤︎" She muses languidly.

Starting from the bottom, her large, clawed footpaws sit there enticingly. Her digitigrade stance makes her curves flow upwards naturally to her ankle joint, the fur a warm brown color that eventually tapers off at the junction to her knee, where the magnificently contrasted golden-orange fluffiness highlights her thick, watermelon-crushing thighs. Running alongside her bulging inner adductors is a light cream two-tone color that flows perfectly to her dripping wet pussy- the heat coming off of it fogging up the glass slightly. Just above it, she has a black womb tattoo with what seems to be the embroidered creator of this android—some meaninglessly abstract blocky art.

Pulling his focus away from her hips and onto the glass that separates them, there are some decals that detail her features. A small white line runs from her pussy saying 'Self fluid production', and another one that points behind her with 'Very fluffy tail'. These fucking android companies knew their target audience a little too well.

His attention turns back to her tight cream midriff, his gaze glazing over the small innie she has and following the side of her hip up to her heavy, puffed-out chest—her erect nipples perfectly taut and pointily red with desire. Just above that, she has some fluffy neck scruff that spills over the top of her breasts, and finally, his gaze locks back onto her taunting eyes.

"Come in for a trial run. Don't worry about my price… yet. ❤︎"