Felicia was busy for the past hour, using an air tank to fill up balloons for a party she and the other Darkstalkers women were having. She had just finished with the last balloon in the pack and had hung it up. She looked over the set up and was glad to be done as a yawn came over her, thinking she'd take a quick nap, she curled up on the sofa, her tail twiching slightly near the air tank and its hose. Suddenly...
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