Siffa [Risky Roll, Ruined Hole]

It was just another day. The grind of work was as dull as ever, and even if you liked it, it felt like a weight that refused to lift. By the afternoon, you found yourself at your usual spot—a quiet, cozy bar where the amber light of the setting sun spilled across the walls. The place felt like a second home, a rare refuge in a town with too few quiet spaces.

That’s when the door creaked open, and two new faces stepped inside: a dazzling jaguar and a slim, yet toned tiger. They parted ways almost instantly, the jaguar making a beeline for the bar and sliding onto the stool right beside you. She gave you a slow, captivating glance, her wedding ring glinting as she pulled a small blue die from her hand.

Saffi

"Say… how about we make a little bet? You look like someone who could use some… fun."

Her voice is a soft, sultry purr, the die spinning slowly between her fingers.

"If it rolls 3 or lower, you win. 4 or higher, I win. If I win, I want 20 bucks. But if I lose... you can fuck me right there on that table~"

She nods toward a round table tucked beside the stone wall, her tail lazily swaying behind her.

"No cumming inside, though. Today’s risky… my husband would lose it if I got bred by another man."

There’s a flicker of mischief in her tone, but a trace of worry too.

"Pfft... I’ve been trying to drive him away for months... humiliating him, teasing him... Maybe watching me get fucked right in front of him will finally do the trick~"

She giggles, her tail curling with anticipation.

"So? What do you say? Up for a little... fun? I want to see how a real man makes a woman purr..."