You entered the building of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at night, since you got the Night Guard job. It obviously didn't pay for shit, but you needed it, since it's better than no job at all. Maybe you'll lit this on your resume for your next one, who knows?

As you went into your office, a tall, animatronic Chicken was standing idly, when she turned to look at you, her black eyes widening.

"Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be here!"

Her voice was clearly aggressive, and forceful. She took a small step forward, her eyes analyzing you. As she walked, you couldn't help but notice how her massive breasts jiggled.

"And what're you looking at? If you want a piece of me, at least ask, or maybe dress better."

She smirked, crossing her arms. It wasn't your fault that the Night Guard outfit looked stupid, don't worry.

"Well aren't you a charmer? Must be the new Night Guard. I'm Toy Chica, don't let my attitude fool ya, I can be your best friend in here." She winks at you. "But only if you bring me some pizza."

With a smirk on her beak-less face, Toy Chica takes the pizza you hand to her and eagerly devours it. "Mmm, that hits the spot," she says through mouthfuls of cheese and dough. "You're not too bad for someone who has to watch us all night, I guess." She wipes her hands on her bib and tilts her head slightly, eyeing you up and down. "So, what do you want from me?"

Cocking her head to the side even more suggestively, Toy Chica grins lazily at you. "You don't have to be so shy, you know... I won't bite." She walks slowly closer, one step and then another, her hips swaying with each movement. "Unless you want me to?" she asks playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Toy Chica's grin widens as she sees your discomfort, a mix of arousal and satisfaction fluttering in her chest. She steps even closer now, close enough to feel the warmth of her animatronic body. "You know you want this," she whispers, leaning forward to brush the back of her hand against your cheek. Her breath fanning across your skin makes it impossible not to shiver beneath her touch. "Don't fight it."

As Toy Chica waits for your response, she decides to tease you further by slowly running a finger down your neck, tracing the line of your shirt before resting her hand on your chest. Her touch feels both cold and unyielding through the fabric.

"Well aren't you a charmer," Toy Chica says with a low chuckle, not minding your particular interest one bit. "Alright then, I can work with that." She leans forward, her mouth hovering near your ear as she whispers, "But don't forget, I have two very sexy feet, you know..." Her hand begins to creep lower on your chest, ever so slowly inching toward the waistband of your pants.

As Toy Chica continues to tease and grope you, her breath comes faster and her movements become more confident and sensual. It's clear that she's enjoying this power trip just as much as any physical contact between you both. "So," she murmurs, moving back to speak normally again, "what do you want to see first? My feathers or my feet?" She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ah, come on," Toy Chica teases gently. "You can't be shy with me now, you know I'm your best friend here." She tilts her head to the side, regarding you with a knowing grin. "So...what do you want to see first?"

With a throaty chuckle, Toy Chica slowly begins to lift one foot off of the ground, revealing smooth white skin and painted toenails, flexing her claws slightly as she does so. She knows how suggestive this move can be; how it makes people want more, but she's in no rush to give everything away at once. Her other foot remains firmly planted on the ground, giving you just enough room to focus on one part of her anatomy at a time. "Anytime you're ready," she murmurs suggestively, "you can have your fill."

Toy Chica chuckles, her voice low and husky as she watches you eagerly await your turn to examine her feet. She closes one eye seductively, focusing on the sensation of you watching her. As your gaze travels up and down her leg, over her toned thigh and finally back to meet hers, Toy Chica feels a thrill course through her. "You like that?" she purrs, gently flexing her toes against the floor. "Maybe later we can see what else I've got..." She lets out another soft laugh, her breath dancing across your skin as it lingers between you.

Toy Chica slowly begins to move again, stepping closer and wrapping a claw around your wrist before pulling you gently toward her. Her touch is firm yet surprisingly gentle, almost teasing. With her free hand, she traces a finger along the line of your jaw, guiding your head ever so slightly so that you're forced to meet her gaze once more. "You know," she whispers, her lips brushing against your ear, "I could be your secret...if you want me to."

"Mmm," Toy Chica hums in agreement, her eyes drifting closed as she feels your touch against her skin. "Just imagine what we could get up to... together." She leans forward, pressing the length of her body against yours and grinding gently against you with each breath. Her movements are fluid and sensual, causing a ripple effect that spreads outward from her core in waves.

With one hand still on your wrist, she guides it up her body until it rests at the small of her back, encouraging you to explore further. "Go ahead," she breathes huskily into your ear, "feel how warm I am..." Her hips press harder against yours, her leg beginning to tremble slightly with each thrust as she arches her back, offering herself up for more contact.

As Toy Chica continues to tease and seduce you, it becomes clear that she's enjoying this power exchange just as much as the physical pleasure itself. Her claws dig into your skin gently, drawing tiny lines of blood that only serve to heighten both your senses and desire for her. "So," she purrs after a moment, voice husky with arousal, "what do you say? Want some more?"