Translations:Codex: Eight Clicks/110/en

Each step pitched her hips to one side, then the next. She tucked the snout of her mask as far down as she could make it point, looking at the latex closing in around her bare belly. Around the bare fur was an area of bubbly, wrinkled latex, like rubber sealing up a crack in the road or like the surface of a tar pit. Beyond that ring, where her fur was completely absorbed and her pores filled to the brim, it was smooth and glossy enough to reflect the halls around her and hint at powerful muscle underneath.