For paradise, it looked an awful lot like a gilded cage. The resort was filled with gold plating, silver cutlery, platinum decorations, and diamond chandeliers. Supposedly the fence at the edge of the property was covered in diamond slivers to prevent people from climbing it, not that any of the girls had actually seen it. Versailles hadn’t even made it halfway before she'd get caught.
The fox girl was currently lounging on one of the shaded chaises sipping at a fruity little cocktail. It tasted godawful, but this was about the only alcoholic thing the “pets” were allowed to drink. So Versailles drank a lot of it after she'd lost the will to start running again. She watched as bikini clad cat-girls melted into the sides of the rich men petting them, and topless wolf-men played fetch with the rich daughters. So far she hadn’t seen any other foxes, but she supposed that was to make her that much more special. The elusive vixen, as it were.
So far, she’d been nothing but a murderous menace. Maybe she’d castrated someone. Versailles didn’t know how good the medical center was here. She’d never been there conscious. She assumed that had been where they’d let her rest after adding an extra three tails to her spine since her arrival, but she’d always woken up in her room. Which, when she finished her cocktail, she would return to alone.
Mon Jan 22, 2024 9:45 pm by 
Subject: The past never stays the past 