Capture the final(?) girls.

You can tell Fang is standing by the edge of the curtain's entrance by the silhouette of her body--long hair, pointed ears, fluffy tail. She calls out, "Introducing me! Fang. Catfolk. Are you ready to see the cutest bikini so far? Okay, well the others were extremely hot, so maybe that's a high bar, but you should still get excited."

"You know I am," you answer.

She giggles, and then hops out into view with dramatic flare. She spreads out her arms, and then marches forward with a wiggle of her rump and wag of her tail.

The fabric is ruffled. There's a thin, back layer of white, while the front and primary colour of her wardrobe is pink. The bikini's top half consists of a tube-top-shaped band around her flat chest. In the center, however, is a hole, and it's shaped adorably like the head of a cat. Though there isn't much cleavage to show, it's like a window straight to hear heart. Ribbons dangle from the strings over her shoulders, and in her hair she wears the same to match--tied up into a long ponytail.

Something similar goes for the bottom half, though without the window. She may be daring, but not so much where this pussy would so brazenly expose her cat.

Fang is prepared. She stands up on a wooden bench set up for the shoot and poses with hands on her hips, then to her cheeks, and in a number of other positions she's clearly practised in front of a mirror. Then to top it all off, she does a handstand, and easily holds it so that you can snap a thorough amount of pics.

"I'm no hypocrite," she says. Then she beckons you with a hand. "Zoom in real close now."

You do as she instructs.

Then she hops from the bench, turns around, bends over, and with her back arched, tugs down her own bottoms. With a playful tongue, she first keeps her tail down perfectly between her legs. But then at the end, she finally lifts it, exposing her pink pussy from behind. Though there is some colour in her face, she mostly looks back at you with an excited grin. After a moment, she tugs them back up as she hops to her feet.

"How adorable am I out of ten?" she asks.

"A hundred."

She bites her lip. Then quickly, she slips her top up enough to flash her nipple only for a second. "Hope you got that," she says before scurrying away.

You wait for the next. Surely it's Luna. She's the mastermind behind everybody's wardrobes. If it wasn't for her, none of this would be the same. It might not even happen at all.

Then slowly, the seamstress herself emerges.

As expected, hers is the most elaborate. It's one piece, though layered with frills that extend from her hips, and a mix of colours between burgundy much deeper shapes of red, with swirls of black and white in between. The top is the most interesting--strapless, with a translucent material down over her arms as if the swimsuit itself has wings as well. Speaking of which, it's tied together beautifully by her four, brown swirly wings, as well as the soft fluff which grows like natural wrist and ankle bracelets. Her hair is like a puffy cloud. As she stands before the camera, you almost feel intimidated. It isn't that what she wears is the most erotic. It feels like you've started shooting for more than a model, but a high fashion supermodel instead.

She looks calmly off towards the distance as the breeze perfectly wafts through her hair and fluttering fabric. A faint cloud of glistening power comes from her wings.

Then she looks to you with a smirk. "Are you waiting for me to do something naughty?" she asks.

"Always," you answer.

She wiggles her finger. "Only in private." Then with a sensual run of her fingers through the air like a caress to your cheek, she turns to begin one final series of shots--those of her backside.

You feel somewhat disappointed when she's done, as there may be nobody else. You take a brief rest as the YiivCam is emptied, and you're given the chance to have a drink of water. Admittedly, you've become pretty wound up after all that. You may have an inhuman level of control when it comes to your body, but after that barrage of tantalizing titties, bouncy butts, mesmerizing midriffs, luscious legs, and everything in between, you're sitting with quite the hard-on. You take a breath, and as you relax, you watch as Luna approaches.

"I hope you're not tapped out already," she says.

"You have more planned?"

"You sound excited. Yes, we aren't done. There were some late additions to the show. In fact, six more women wish for you to take their picture. They're ready when you are."

"Six more..." There are a handful of girls who haven't stepped up. You can't imagine it's Dixby, though it could be somebody like Mipa, or one of the girls from Vyzia's crew. Not every woman in Castle Phoenix has made an appearance.

"Final round," she says. "Show us that stamina."

"You've really gone all out, Luna. I'm going to give you a lengthy thank-you after all this."

"It better be lengthy."

"Be careful what you wish for."

With blush in her cheeks, Luna smiles and steps away.