Vixen shuffled forward on her elbows.
Her thick, bushy tail swished back and forth behind her like an annoyed cat as she crawled through the vent.
It was a very narrow one.
The metal creaked lightly under her weight.
Her shoulders were sweating.
Her hair was sticking to her neck.
Her breath puffed back into her own face.
"I'm moaning out so much steam it feels like mo cap for a Japanese porn game!"
The whole place felt like someone shoved a sauna inside a microwave.
"God— it's so hot in here!"
She hissed like an annoyed fox as she wiped her forehead with the back of her wrist.
"Why is it so stupidly hot in this vent? Did they install heaters for fun?"
Judy's voice crackled instantly over the comms.
[Of course it's hot you busty idiot. You do know this is a rescue mission, not an air-conditioned tech expo with finger foods and fancy music.] (¬_¬")
Vixen's eyes went half-lidded.
Her tone flattened into deadpan disbelief.
"You were at the event, weren't you?"
