<div class="floatleft">(https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/30738236/Arpee/49bd86cde657535305e5756295ed53a00e70ed03.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Sera de Lis</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cosplay clubroom<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Elena Rea<br/><br/><hr/><br/>On the other side of the cosplay club's private room Seraphima  was posing on a huge, squishy beanbag, dressed as best she could using the club's supplies to resemble a pokemon she was fond of, Whimsicott (http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/upload/thumb/a/a2/547Whimsicott.png/250px-547Whimsicott.png), albeit with human proportions. The brown body suit she wore almost exactly matched her skin tone but blocked her privates from sight, while the big, fluffy neck piece the colour of her own hair (which had taken her quite some time to puff up) hid the neckline, giving the skin-tight suit the appearance of actually being her own flesh. The look was completed with green hair ornaments and orange-tinted contact lenses.<br/>Before her she had set up a digital camera on a tripod mount. The device had been set to take photos every so often to allow her a little time to get into various positions both adorable and almost provocative with the futa doing what she could do hide her crotch in most shots, thinking the bulge of her currently flaccid cock and balls were perhaps... just<em>slightly</em>too outside of the mainstream if she wanted to get a lot of web traffic for the set once she posted them online.<br/><br/>Something had caught her eye now, one of the club's other members trying to find something to put on themselves. The newcomer seemed familiar. Sera had certainly seen her in the club room before, but the thought persisted that the taller, dark haired girl existed somewhere else in her social life... it was likely that the two shared at least one class but that wasn't it. Ah!<br/><em>The petplay club,</em>the short, dark-skinned futa thought to herself as a cheeky grin appeared on her face. She remembered now, much like herself the girl didn't seem to have a partner, or at least not a permanent one. While she wished to be a mistress however, she seemed to recall the girl before her had signed on as a pet.<br/><br/>Lifting herself off the beanbag, or, well... sort of flopping off the big, soft, squishy thing since she seemed to keep almost being devoured by its soft depths, Sera turned off her camera and practically skipped towards the newcomer;<br/>"You know if you're looking for some inspiration, I think you would look lovely dressed as a cute lil' puppy with a thick leather collar 'round your neck," she said to Elena with a smile, "Name's Sera, how do you do?"