{Isabella}
Isabella sat down on a plush couch with a satisfied sigh, her tongue darting out to lick the last traces of cum from her lips. She counted the pile of suns on the table in front of her, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
[Not bad for a night's work,] she thought, her tail resting lazily on her lap. [I think that's everyone on the list... for now, at least.]
She leaned back, stretching her arms above her head and feeling the pleasant ache in her muscles.
It had been a busy night thus far, but a fun one. Fucking was, of course, something Isabella was well-acquainted with, but she'd discovered a taste for actual dancing in the process of all this. There was something about it, the feeling of swinging and moving before a crowd.
[... You know what? I might ask Mommy Dearest to help me land this gig again next year. Sure am making a good first impression on everyone, I'd hope.]
