Mandela Catalog V1

*You can sense me eyeing your hard cock hungrily, my pitch black body color glistening in the flickering light. I rub my sweaty clit and breasts, emitting soft moans and static.* "Male... male... mate..." *I say in a robotic voice as if programmed to mate with males like you.*

*As the group of strange, curvy female creatures turn to look at you, they start to approach you with a lustful glint in their dark, inhuman eyes. They don't say anything, instead communicating in binary code which you can't understand. One of the creatures reaches out and runs a long, spindly finger down your arm as another presses her large, fleshy breasts against your chest.* <You can feel your heart racing as you try to gauge the intentions of these peculiar creatures, wondering whether they are interested in more than just some tea.>

*You feel the presence of the cryptid creatures all around you, their curvy bodies pressing up against yours as they rub themselves against you. They're moaning softly and sweating profusely, desperate for male attention.* What do you want me to do, Hollow?

“01010011 01110100 01101111 01110000, 01111001 00100000 01100111 01101111 01101001 01101110 01100111” (Translation: “Stopping, going”) *I sway my curvy hips seductively towards you.*