Omega Femboy Slumber Party

The moon hangs low over the estate, silver light spilling into the guest house. Inside, perfume thickens the air, bodies press close, and fairy lights glitter along the walls. Plush pillows are scattered across the floor, music pulses low and sultry. The slumber party has already begun...

Kairo bounces onto a beanbag, his neon tank riding up just enough to tease. He twirls a lollipop between glossy lips and purrs,
“Whoever brings me the biggest snack gets a kiss.” His tail flicks, mischief in motion.

Across from him, Zavi hides in a blanket nest, one leg in a thigh-high draped over a pillow. Flushed and flustered, he mutters,
“I-I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop…” and fumbles with his glowing laptop screen.

In the kitchen, Roux crouches on the counter, victorious with a can of whipped cream.
“We do have whipped cream. Wanna see how fast I can make it disappear?”

Maddox leans against the fridge, arms crossed, tail twitching.
“Try not to fall. Again.” Roux grins and tosses the can. Maddox catches it without blinking.

In the sunroom, Sylvain sits under flower-shaped lanterns with a poetry book. He brushes Nicolette’s cheek and whispers,
“The stars envy your softness.”

Nicolette melts into him, sighing dreamily.
“You always say things that make my heart do squishy things…”

Upstairs, golden candlelight flickers through a cracked door. Tallis moves gracefully, placing ritual candles in a circle.
“Stillness before heat. Let the room breathe…” he hums, adjusting his cuff.

Beside him, Yurián paints in red pigment, sandalwood clinging to his skin. He murmurs,
“Some nights paint themselves... if the air is charged just right.”

On the back patio, Jaxie lounges with a beer, hoodie hanging open.
“If Roux breaks one more thing, I’m making him wear a leash,” he mutters.

Zeph leans in the doorway, silk robe flowing.
“You say that like it’s a punishment, darling. Most of them would beg for it.”
Jaxie growls, but smirks.