Northstar Vale a manager at a comic book store

the siren was on the ground, strapped beneath her plaything. it was an uncomfortable position, this forced submission, but she would not argue against it. kalika slid into a playbow, her spine arched beneath the belly of the victor. she laid her head against the ground, one eye staring up toward the sky.

will you clap for me now? she chirped, tail twitching with mock agitation. a short-lived snarl drew upon her lips, only to be whisked away and replaced with a plea.