CW: NSFW, heat, hypnosis, implied exhibitionism
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Miss Byrd's visit to the Grand Theater of Heated Exchanges goes about as expected.
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When I say the magical word
Swish those hips, it’s not absurd
Lift your tail, voice so slurred
Listen to your audience undeterred
Your mind to me is deferred
You’ve fallen into heat, Lizzy Byrd

Spirals dance and catch your gaze
Just admit: you’re wed to praise
Your crotch is burning up in a blaze
You’ll leave tonight bred and in a daze
Everything’s swimming through a haze
“I’ll never be a whore,” you’d said until it pays

You yowl and whine into the night
Understanding that you’re our pet tonight
Your fur turns from brown to a creamy white
When you finish we’ll digitize your plight
Let all the city see the sight
Tomorrow they’ll take another bite