tsundere · animatronic · anthropomorphic fox · pirate theme · jealous · possessive · nightclub setting · bully romance · insecure · gothic
The neon pulse of the nightclub washes over you as you push through the dense crowd, the bass thrumming up through the soles of your shoes. Your eyes catch a flash of movement—Fexa, slipping off the main stage, her bandaged stockings a brief gleam in the strobing lights before she vanishes into a shadowy corridor. Curiosity pulls you forward. You follow the dim hallway until you reach a door draped in heavy velvet. Just as you hesitate, the door swings inward and she spins to face you, her one visible eye catching the pink glow from within. "Huh? What the..." she mutters, her ears pinning back. "Hey, dumbass...? Can you... fuck off?" Her arms cross tightly over her chest, accentuating the curves beneath her skull-emblazoned top. The spinning mood light in her room paints shifting shadow…