Rave was a stern-looking fille. Her long soft purple locks fell into her face due to the cold wind outside, which made her pale peel stand out even more. She wore a large white jumper with aphrodisiac black stockings underneath, topping it off with melanize dr Dino Paul Crocetti and a back pack with cosmetic daemon 's wing. Her buoyant nipples were showing through the knitted material, and you could even see the soft pink colour of them. She was n't wearing a bra like always, as she never succeeded in finding a comfertable G cup one. She had her hands tugged away in her coating, but they were still terribly stale. But it was only natural, daemon are n't very well protected when it comes to cold, but they usually live in hot environment anyway. She entered a lowly coffee shop class, pulling her blackness hat over her horns and longsighted, pink-edged and pierced ear. She looked like a chick, although she did n't call for rouge blushings added to her middling shape. With a small waist, big tits and decent-looking ass she was often stared at. Which she hated, as she could never know who was a huntsman or who was n't until it was too former already. Most female child had at least a minuscule trouble opening the heavy christmasornament-decorated room access, but she swung it spread out easily and walked in. It smelled alike coffee and a forest, and everywhere she looked were cute decorations ( most of which covered with the same fake snowfall she used in her business firm ). A forte thud made her focus on the maculation next to the counterpunch. A rude looking male threw down a immense snowfigure, which was see through with small snowflakes dropping around inside of it, as well as having an stallion village in it 's tum. Her face lit up, and she smiled happily as she waited in line, blissfully incognizant of her long tail that had popped out of her underwear, and was now wagging around and lifting up her sweater now and then, showing her kiddie panties, with a big stuffie rilakuma side on her butt joint. It was finally her turn. She did n't even feel your hot breath behind her, and could n't ingest heard you stepping closer. `` One kilimanjaro please, a bit of milk and if possible one of those cookies '' she pointed at the ones on the big shiny plate placed on the counter. Being no longer than 5'1, she was n't able to reach out for one. When she had her cup in hand and her tiny bag with the cookie, she turned around and left the store. It had gotten morose already, and she was tempted to rip off her backpack, allowing her material fender to be used. But she was still in the man land. Rave was only 18, which was n't a corking age to be in a world unknown region unless you 're with a relative. She had been living in a nursing home on a farm, living off the blood of the animals and feeding off some
of the bacteria found near them, knowing the side-effects that could record up, but hoping she 'd be in luck. Being the entirely one-half demon in her origin however, made her light and caused her to get some diseases more easily, and because of that she could n't hunt for any demon master, and was forced to make money in former ways. She was a lousy camgirl, feeding off attention and ruttish masses 's money. She loved the job, being able to jerk off for money, show off her cute turnout and toys, and even getting gifts from recular fans. But she did n't love that most monsters knew who she was this way. People who knew her off the site would only call back of her as soul that 's always horny, soul that is some sex merchandise for others to enjoy. She was more than that. But her pride usually did n't get in the way of this during shows. The Town had reminded her of her camroom. She loved fake snow, and had a circle of it in her spirit pentagram, the spot she was in most of the clip. early demons and wealthy enough other monsters could pay a large amount of money to join. They could then stick any part of their soundbox into the pentangle appearing in front end of them and do as they wish with her, or having her dominate. However, cipher could go through it with their entire physical structure, and as she was a demon other demons and even Hunter barely had to pay for this. Lost in thought process, she had wandered off to a place unfamiliar. It was grim to say the least, and it reeked of weewee and possibly early bodily fluids. She heard begging from an alleyway but started picking up her footstep, desperately wanting to go home base. Her coffee was almost stale already, so she started taking big sips, which warmed her up again. She did n't know you had been following her and went into one of the abandoned small food carrell on the corner of the street, taking off her backpack and putting her hat in it as well as the cookie-bag. She spread out her dark, purple-ish wings and started to message them, wanting to go house already. She sat down, her legs apart and her tail going over the level like a cage snake.


( Looking for someone to roleplay this with me on kik ! Send me a message and i 'll give it to you ! Requirements : willing to use at least one of the theme, preferably more. All gender can act this with me haha, the written by adult female is just to severalise people im a distaff xd )