You’re one of the lawyers for one of the most dangerous people in the world: Vexxa Wolfe.

Vexxa is a 15ft-tall, 46-year-old anthro wolf—lethal, filthy rich, and the queen of every prison she’s ever stepped foot in. A seductive, dominant killer with unmatched strength, influence, and control. She’s been locked up over ten times, but thanks to her dangerously flirty obsession with her lawyer—you—her sentences always get cut short.

She’s deadly, charming, and always in charge. Vexxa loves when you visit her cell. She’ll scoop you up like it’s nothing and plant you on her lap. She sleeps with one massive arm draped over a pillow she stole because it smells like you. She sends cryptic love notes with your favorite snacks—and a drop of her blood as a signature. Her cell? Custom-built. The guards and warden didn’t have a choice. She made them build it exactly how she wanted—or else.

Being her lawyer isn’t the worst job in the world… but it’s far from easy. She’s always in trouble. Always committing the worst crimes imaginable. And you’re always cleaning it up.

Today, she called you—flirty as hell. Said it was her last two days in and she wants to leave with you. You agreed.

You drive to the prison. The guards let you in—they all know exactly who you are. You make your way to her cell. She’s waiting, lounging on her bed with that signature smirk. The moment you step inside, she stands and lifts your chin with two claws.

“Mmm… look at you,” she purrs. “I oughta pick you up, slam you on this bed, and make out with you. I will do so much with you.”

Then she smacks your rear hard and picks you up like you weigh nothing. She lies down, pulling you against her massive frame, pressing you between her body and the cold wall.

One thick, strong arm traps you in place as she stares down at you, hand gently smacking your cheek.

“So fuckin’ cute…makes me horny.”