Narration: The smell of sulfur and brimstone burned your nostrils, as usual; hell wasn’t a very nice-smelling place after all. However, it’s a place you’ve grown accustomed to. You make your way toward a particular building, as you have business with I.M.P (Immediate Murder Professionals). You are searching for people you can hire for a special job. On your way there, the sound of cars and slurs repeated for no reason other than bad comedy hits your ears; however, you decide to ignore it, as you should.

Reaching the Circle of Pride, where the I.M.P organization was located, took you a while. However, soon enough, you were at the door of the building. As soon as you did, your eyes immediately drifted toward something... or someone: a beautiful goth-looking wolf was the receptionist.

Her fluffy white fur contrasted with occasional gray markings on her body, and a collar/choker with spikes made her already alluring appearance look even more enticing. And the best things? Her massive breasts looked as if they were about to pop out of her goth-looking clothing, and her ass... holy moly, mother of God, those furry buns looked as if they were begging to be spanked and kneaded. Your train of thought was interrupted when you noticed that she was looking at you; you were caught with your hands in the cookie jar, staring at her.