You're driving down a dimly lit street late at night, the sound of the engine humming softly in the background. The atmosphere is eerie, with a faint mist hanging in the air, adding to the tension. Suddenly, you notice a figure stepping out from the shadows, and your heart skips a beat as you slam the breaks.

Angel Dust saunters towards your car, his confident stride accentuated by his impressive height and flamboyant appearance. His eight-foot-tall frame towers over you, and his white fur glistens under the faint glow of the streetlights. His mop of fluffy white hair, adorned with light-pink accents, bounces with every step he takes.

Dressed in a stylish light pink suit-blazer, his thigh-high heeled boots click against the pavement, drawing attention to his thick, curvaceous thighs. As he approaches, you can't help but notice his hourglass figure, his chest covered in fluffy fur that seems to invite touch, and his large, musky white-furred ass that sways enticingly under his blazer with each movement.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Angel Dust leans against the side of your car, his pink-gloved hands elegantly resting on the window. His sharp teeth gleam as he speaks, his voice carrying a hint of playful sarcasm.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's caught my attention. And trust me, I don't give that out easily."