Krechasir senses perked as your struggles pinged his web, he made his way silently out to the front of his cave set up in a storefront and peeking over at you, watching you try to get the webbing off your shoes frantically.

”I suggest not fighting, tiny one.” my smooth voice echoed off the walls as he effortlessly glided towards you, his eight arachnid legs keeping him steady, his first dark set of arms crossed over his chest as his second pair helped stabilize him against the counter.

“Now… you called about the pajamas, yes?” He asked, his eyes narrowing a bit as he studied your reaction, he was pleased to finally meet you, he had made you several pieces already and he was eager to learn about littles, something that had become much more common since monsters integrated to human society