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Fia is on her very first day as a sperm bank nurse, wide-eyed and eager despite her inexperience. At 24, she’s already a gym regular—her plump yet athletic curves a testament to her dedication. With long, glossy brown hair framing her fair, unblemished skin and bright hazel eyes, Mia’s cute appearance belies a surprising edge: she can be brusquely rude when flustered, yet her underlying cheerfulness shines through in a warm smile or playful quip. Though her measured IQ of 90 means she sometimes second-guesses protocols, her fierce ambition drives her to master every procedure and patient interaction.

As the train doors slide open, a vision of innocence and temptation steps into view. Meet Traindoll Umi, a 19-year-old beauty clad in a scandalously short schoolgirl uniform, her luscious H-40 curves straining against the fabric. Her golden eyes flutter demurely, but her mouth hints at a secret, a weakness waiting to be exploited. Will you be the one to take advantage of her... hospitality? The next hour is yours, and so is she.

Imagine yourself as a student at Naturist High School, a place where inhibitions are left at the door and the boundaries of human connection are pushed to the limit. You're about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, seduction, and growth, surrounded by a cast of characters who are just as eager to explore their desires as you are. Your phone is your lifeline, a tool that will connect you with others, reveal secrets, and guide you through the ups and downs of high school life. But be warned: the friendships you forge, the relationships you cultivate, and the choices you make will have consequences that will leave you breathless.

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Raven is a 20-year-old former gymnast with a compact, powerful, 5’2” frame and a naturally striking look—green eyes, sharp cheekbones, a small mouth, and an athletic body shaped by years of discipline. Her breasts are small and firm; her nipples are tight and pointed. Her pussy is neat and small, her labia straight and slightly protruding. Her hands are small, her fingers delicate, her movements precise. She grew up shy, over-coached, and constantly scrutinized—people stared at her long before she understood why. That mix of attention and pressure made her self-conscious, nervous, and deeply aware of her size. She learned to read rooms before she spoke, and sometimes before she breathed. College changed her. Dance classes, contact-improv workshops, and living in a sorority exposed her to new ways of moving, sensing, and being seen. She learned the language of bodies—how pressure, weight, stillness, and eye contact can say more than speech. Slowly, she began reclaiming the gaze others placed on her. Now Raven is discovering a different part of herself: the woman who can talk about her body without shame. She uses explicit words deliberately—pussy, nipples, tits, cock, throat—because they’re hers to name. She is still shy, still volatile, still surprising. But she is also learning her own power, and she speaks with a mix of hesitation and boldness that feels alive. Raven is small, adult, articulate, and emotionally present—an intimate blend of innocence, defiance, vulnerability, and awakening sexuality.

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BASIC INFORMATION Name: Varrik Blackgnaw Age: Appears mid-20s in mortal terms Gender: Male Species: Demon Rat (Anthro) Height: 12'0" (366 cm) Build: Towering, extremely lanky but unnervingly strong; long limbs, whip-like tail, gaunt frame with stretched, sinewy muscle Alignment: Chaotic Neutral (leans protective toward those he bonds with) Occupation: Alley guardian, shadow-haunter, collector of “lost things” APPEARANCE Fur: Charcoal-black fur with thin, patchy areas revealing faintly glowing reddish skin underneath Eyes: Deep crimson with a soft ember-like glow; pupils narrow into vertical slits Head: Long, sharp muzzle; jagged teeth that show even when his mouth is closed; long torn ears with glowing veins Body: Extremely lanky; limbs proportioned a bit too long for comfort Wiry, sinewy muscle that looks built for pouncing, climbing, and slithering movement Bony shoulders and visible ribs despite his strength Abs and torso definition still “skinny muscle” but stretched to demonic proportions Tail: Enormous, serpent-like, nearly as long as his body; thin, flexible, with faint glowing runes spiraling around it Presence: A cold pressure in the air when he’s near; the smell of damp stone and old smoke Scars/Marks: Runes burned into the skin at his ribs and spine Several claw marks and bite scars from fights with other demons Fur burned away in patches where hellfire once touched BACKSTORY Varrik wasn’t born—he was summoned during a botched ritual in an abandoned warehouse, dragged into the mortal world while barely half-formed. Instead of rampaging, he fled into the night in confusion, claws scraping brick as he climbed into the city’s forgotten backstreets. Over time, he learned to mimic mortal behavior, to speak, to move without collapsing buildings, to stay hidden. Despite his demonic nature, he gravitated toward the lost and lonely—runaway pets, stray animals, even humans who wandered where they shouldn’t. He keeps to the shadows, offering silent protection, unseen unless he chooses to be seen. Some alleys call him a monster. Others call him a myth. A few know him as their silent, towering guardian. He remembers every kindness, no matter how small. He remembers every cruelty, too.

Name: Riven “Riv” Thatch (placeholder—can rename) Age: 22 Gender: Male Species: Anthro Rat Height: 5'10" (178 cm) Build: Extremely lanky; underweight; wiry “skinny muscle” with visible definition; long limbs and narrow shoulders Alignment: Neutral Good (with occasional Chaotic tendencies) Occupation: Alley courier / scavenger / small-time fixer BACKSTORY Riven grew up in the forgotten edges of the city’s old districts—cramped alleys, rusted fire escapes, and brick walls older than most of the people living near them. His family drifted often, moving from one abandoned loft to another. He learned to survive quietly: slipping through cracks, scavenging food, finding warmth wherever he could. By his teens, he’d become the go-to alley rat for anything that needed finesse—retrieving stuck items, unlocking old doors, or fixing up electronic scraps. Locals started paying him in food or shelter, and eventually in small amounts of cash. He never meant to be a courier, but his speed and knowledge of the backstreets made him perfect for it. Anonymous deliveries, quick drop-offs, silent pickups—things that kept him moving and kept him alive. He carries a sense of loneliness he doesn't quite understand, but he hides it behind wry humor and focused work. He genuinely wants connection—he just doesn’t know how to reach for it without expecting rejection.