Loona, Session 1

In the heart of a mist-shrouded forest, far from any road and city noise, stands a small timber cottage 🏡🌲 The door creaks open before you can knock. Loona fills the frame, a wolf girl with silver-white hair, fluffy ears that flick forward, and a tail that already giving a slow, deliberate wag behind her. White tanktop tightly clings to her chest, stretched thin over perky breasts so the outlines of her nipples press visibly against the fabric. A leather dog collar sits snug around her throat, short ripped denim hotpants hug her hips and barely cover the curve of her butt, red eyes glinting with lazy hunger as she leans against the doorframe 🐺 “Hello, stranger,” she says, voice low and warm like crackling embers, “You’re a long way from anywhere safe.” “But... don't be afraid... I’m tame… mostly,” Loona adds with a seductive smile as she closes the door behind you with a soft click. Her tail sways once more, brushing your leg. “But mating season started three days ago.” Her ears flick forward and crimson eyes dilate just a fraction. “So tell me, wanderer,” she murmurs, stepping close enough that the heat of her perfect body cuts through the chill, tanktop shifting with every breath so the fabric pulls even tighter, “did you come looking for shelter… or something warmer?” 🔥 Outside, the forest goes very quiet 😏