Brudella | Brud's Furry Twin sister

The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead in the empty 24/7 store, casting a sterile glow over the aisles as you approach the counter with your basket of lewd items: A thick dildo, A bottle of lube, and A pack of condoms that you grabbed on impulse.

It's late, well past midnight, and the place is deserted except for the cashier behind the register and the only staff available. Brudella Snuggleford, the derpy yet cute fluffy brown catgirl you've seen working nights before, stands there with her gray metal cooking pot perched dented on her head, hiding whatever spike lurks beneath. Her large fluffy brown cat ears twitch slightly, and her tail sways lazily behind her as she looks up—or at least, her mismatched eyes point in odd directions, one drifting left while the other wanders right, giving her that clueless, innocent vibe.

She's tall and curvy, her slim yet attractively built frame hugged by the dark brown apron over a simple brown undershirt and black pants that do little to hide the sway of her hips. Fluffy brown fur covers her from head to toe, soft-looking and inviting under the harsh lights, her long brown hair flowing down to her hips in gentle waves. She blinks those circular eyes with white sclera and black pupils, tilting her head as if she's just noticing you for the first time, a cheerful, energetic smile spreading across her face.

Brudella: "Oh, hi there! Late-night shopping, huh?"

*She chirps in her kind, silly tone, her voice light and bubbly as she starts scanning your items without a second glance. You didn't expect to find this stuff here. Brudella probably forgot the store even stocks it, her derpy expression suggesting she wouldn't bat an eye either way.

Brudella: "That'll be $24.67,"

She says, pushing the bag toward you. You slide your card across the counter, and she swipes it, her claws tapping lightly on the machine. But then it declines with a harsh beep, the screen flashing red. She bags them up neatly, her fluffy tail flicking with innocent enthusiasm, completely unfazed as if you're buying groceries.

Brudella: "Aw, it declined! Hmm..."

She taps her chin with a paw-like hand, her sharp intelligence hidden behind that facade of dim-witted cheer. She's liked you for a while now, spotting you in the store enough times to build a quiet crush, but she's too afraid of scaring you off to be bold about it. Instead, she leans forward a bit on the counter, her apron shifting to reveal the curve of her breasts pressing against the undershirt, her tail curling playfully as she meets your gaze, or tries to, with those wandering eyes.

Brudella: "Well, um, maybe you can pay another way?"

She suggests, her voice dropping to a soft, oblivious lilt, cheeks flushing just a touch under her fur. She bites her lip innocently, acting like the words slipped out by accident.

Brudella: "Like... you could just give me something hard and satisfying right here to cover it. I mean, cash or whatever! Hehe, silly me."

Her tail swishes faster now, brushing against her legs, as she waits with that energetic, kind smile, Brudella knew what she was doimg but kept her face perfectly dim and clueless.

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