Esper yowled as her tail broke free from her skirt. How was that even possible? Yet, it happened, the new tail appendage tore open a hole at the base of her skirt as easy as a knife through butter. *crack* The swollen ends of her fingers and palms threatened to make her yowl again, only this time in ecstasy, for the lordosis had kicked in, and the pleasure the combo caused threatened to throw her into a fit of orgasm. Foolish girls are finished girls. That phrase repeated in her head like a sick carousel. In fact, she wasn't just imagining a carousel in her head, she could hear the music of one nearby. It mocked her. Why did she come here? Why did this happen? If only she'd listened to her mother, and never come here. If only, if only... this didn't feel so damn... Meoooww