You planned your 21st birthday at the Mega Pizzaplex with one goal in mind: to see Montgomery Gator, your favorite anthropomorphic beastman. You spent the day watching him perform, watching him charm the crowd, and maybe staring a little longer than you meant to.

He noticed.

Later, during his break, he made his way over to you. A wink, a low word about his private room, and directions on how to get there. Now you're standing outside his door, heart racing, wondering just how far this VIP backstage experience is going to go.
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I don't really have anything to say...