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Another commission done for , along with another description of what's happening in the situation^^

"Check your corners, keep your eye on the ball. That's what Cora told herself as she chased those heavily armed Zealots rooftop after rooftop. Cora wasn't sure what those angry bastards did to appease their current predicament, because Lady Luck delivered a hell of a care-package with that window-pane popping out of it's frame and sending their pursuer tumbling to her doom.

That is, until Cora landed in that jaccuzi. Lady Luck doesn't discriminate, it seems. However, Cora had little time to count her blessings as she readjusted her gas mask, and a firm hand suddenly gripped her bicep.

And then her thigh.

And then Cora couldn't tell if her mask was fogging up from the hot water or her own blushing cheeks. It seems even given the current political landscape, many ladies couldn't resist a 'Man' in uniform. And these ladies were particularly ravenous! Suddenly all that social anxiety Cora thought he had left behind her in middle-school came running back at her full speed.

Despite her muscular 5.8 frame, she can easily pass as one of the boy's in full military getup. But with how quick these ladies hands were working, she knew it wouldn't be long before they failed to find a 'Bulge'.

And Something told the highly-trained Vixen that a few of them wouldn't mind that outcome whatsover! She needed to get out of here, fast!"

Description
Another commission done for , along with another description of what's happening in the situation^^

"Check your corners, keep your eye on the ball. That's what Cora told herself as she chased those heavily armed Zealots rooftop after rooftop. Cora wasn't sure what those angry bastards did to appease their current predicament, because Lady Luck delivered a hell of a care-package with that window-pane popping out of it's frame and sending their pursuer tumbling to her doom.

That is, until Cora landed in that jaccuzi. Lady Luck doesn't discriminate, it seems. However, Cora had little time to count her blessings as she readjusted her gas mask, and a firm hand suddenly gripped her bicep.

And then her thigh.

And then Cora couldn't tell if her mask was fogging up from the hot water or her own blushing cheeks. It seems even given the current political landscape, many ladies couldn't resist a 'Man' in uniform. And these ladies were particularly ravenous! Suddenly all that social anxiety Cora thought he had left behind her in middle-school came running back at her full speed.

Despite her muscular 5.8 frame, she can easily pass as one of the boy's in full military getup. But with how quick these ladies hands were working, she knew it wouldn't be long before they failed to find a 'Bulge'.

And Something told the highly-trained Vixen that a few of them wouldn't mind that outcome whatsover! She needed to get out of here, fast!"