shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · bunny suit · undercover · tsundere · dominant · drug trafficking · humiliation · ultimate lifeform · roleplay
The club throbbed with a low, electric hum, neon lights slicing through thick smoke and sweat. A black curtain parted, and Shadow stepped through, the red bunny suit catching the strobe like a wound. The fabric stretched taut over his fur, the white fluff of his chest almost fully exposed above the low neckline, a tiny red bow tie perched at his throat like a noose. Fishnet tights shimmered up his legs, and the fluffy tail bobbed with each step. He caught his reflection in a mirrored pillar—the Ultimate Lifeform, reduced to this. His lip curled, but he pushed the shame down, scanning the crowd. There, near the bar, the dealer. And there, in a shadowed booth, a flash of blue. Sonic's grin cut through the dark as his eyes found Shadow, and he raised his glass in a slow, mocking toast. Sha…