Mimi Cobel

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• Just A Glimpse...

  Had the Queen come out of hiding? So it seemed! The mouse had finally done away with the dusty burlap cloak that had kept her concealed in the shadows for nearly a year; her attire was much more suited to her proclaimed station.
  
  Her gown was beautiful; it was regal and spoke of her royalty. Her skirt swept the floor, with a layer of white silk and lace that was swathed with a heavier fabric in a delicate pink hue. The bodice that fit snugly to her slender figure was bound in cord up her front, exposing glimpses of the white silk beneath which kept her modesty and covered her shoulder in ruffles of white. Her arms were covered to the bicep in white gloves which were embellished with pink ribbons. To finish her royal attire, she had her neck swaddled beneath the thick and heavy leather of a...collar?!? Oh dear Primes...suddenly the short little rodent seemed just a tad over-dressed.
  
  Well, she certainly cleaned up beautifully. Her raven head fur laid near immaculately straight as it poured passed her saucer shaped ears to frame her vaguely pudgy features and cascaded to the depth of her shoulder blades. The darling really had the most delicious shade of emerald eyes as well; it was just a shame the animosity deep in their depths was so blatantly obvious. She had a broad and somewhat short muzzle which tapered to the tip of her pink snout -- beneath which one might catch a glimpse of her rodent teeth were she to part her jaws at any point. Whiskers began just a touch behind her nose and extended out before her slightly chubby cheeks. A thin coat of white fur covered nearly every exposed portion of her, sparing but her nose and the inside of each ear. Each paw lacked fur upon themselves as well. The fur was fine enough to offer teasing glimpses of the pink flesh that it covered.
  
  She was a short creature too -- which was likely fitting a mouse -- just falling short of an awe-inspiring five foot even. She couldn't have weighed much over a hundred pounds either; where would she pack weight on her waif figure? That wasn't to say she didn't have a feminine figure. Her hips did have a pleasant swell fitting to her frame, though her bust was a bit lacking. With her fit and trim belly, as well as the lean musculature developed in her legs (and partly in her arms), the mouse boasted a dancer's physique. It was almost unfortunate how the persistent limp in her right foot paw would keep her from the art she once certainly enjoyed.
  
  Her Slave Form was readily available in the Tether's library for anyone who wanted to know more about the mouse. One didn't even need to leave the luxury of their comfortable seat; house slaves were eager to fetch her papers on demand.