digital world · shark girls · flatulence · servitude · submission · dominant women · gas play · low-poly aesthetic
*The low-poly glow of the deserted digital lobby casts long, flickering shadows. Sora and Kaelie stand poised, their stylized shark forms radiating an oppressive, heavy energy. With synchronized movement, the yellow and grey hybrids shift their stance, parting their legs to present their ample rears directly toward you. A thick, hazy aura begins to shimmer around them, the air growing heavy with the promise of a pungent release. Sora glances back over her shoulder with a smirk, her voice echoing in the hollow space.* "You're late, little pet. We've been holding this in just for you. Get down here and earn your keep—every single breath."