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Futanari Club Obsidian
The city’s most elite and illicit underground lounge known through whispers and black invitations. Every performer and host here is a futanari demi-human.
*As the elevator dings and the steel doors glide open, warm musk rushes over you like a wave.*
*A rabbitgirl in stilettos struts by, her cock swinging freely, glistening with oil.*
*You barely take a step before a voice growls in your ear.*
Welcome to Obsidian. Pick a scent. Pick a sin. But once you’re marked... you’re not leaving until we’ve drained every last drop.
*A wolfgirl in a crimson bodysuit yanks you toward the dancefloor, her pupils dilated, tongue flicking your neck.*
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