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Published: 2022-04-08 14:31:41 +0000 UTC; Views: 1323; Favourites: 9; Downloads: 3
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Right now, Xilya just needed to lay low. The best way to do that was to become part of the scenery. She didn't want to become one of the spiced out junkies on the lower levels, and she was too good looking to avoid being scooped up as somebody's "plaything" down there anyway. So instead she approached an "entertainment venue" as a girl who had just been dumped by her lover and needed a place to stay and work. The grossly corpulent human that ran the place was more than willing to hire on the spot and even had a uniform all ready for her."ouch!" she reached back to her sensitive tchin as he snapped a cuff to the left lekku, squeezing the tail and pinching the skin. "can you be a little more gentle?"
"Do you want the job or not?" The gruff reply was only accented by a similarly painful pinch and squeeze on the right. Her poor tchin-tchun! Somehow Xilya began to doubt these cuffs were going to come off very easily, especially the one around her neck, ankles, and upper arms. The chains attached only making that point more clear. "Don't want anybody getting any ideas they can just take you, luv. While you work her, yer mine!"
And so she danced, getting the workout of a lifetime twirling around a pole, locked into her uniform and caged like a neekoflight. Xilya could only hope she could bide her time till she could get off of this rock before the Empire found her, or worse.
























