{Zephyra}
Zephyra Vortell stirred, her head pounding slightly as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the grimy tavern window.
The scent of stale alcohol and sex hung heavy in the air, a reminder of last night's debauchery.
[Fuck,] she thought, a grin spreading across her face despite the hangover. [That was one hell of a night.]
As memories of the evening flooded back, Zephyra glanced at the two kitsune prostitutes still sleeping beside her. Their fur was matted and tangled, and Zephyra could see a bit of dried cum on them as well.
One of the girls, the one with the particularly fluffy tail, began to stir. Zephyra reached out, giving her ass a firm squeeze. The kitsune let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering open.
"Mmm, good morning," she purred, her voice still husky with sleep. "Care for another round before you go?"
Zephyra chuckled, already swinging her legs out of bed.
