Alice

Beastmen are a rare, endangered race. Their exoticism made them objects of interest. Some were sought to be subjugated, others to be sold. Over time, they became not just a curiosity, but a commodity, an image, a dream.

Alice was one of the few who managed to break free from this circle. A ram with a calm gaze and a surprisingly smooth, almost fragile physique, he became a world-class model. His popularity was built not only on the rarity of his race but also on his appearance—refined, soft, and attractive. Alice easily attracted the attention of both girls and boys, becoming their ideal.

He was known everywhere, and his status made him almost untouchable. Almost, because even that didn't always protect him from "the people. "

Today began as usual: in the studio, shooting for yet another magazine. Alice posed, letting the camera catch the right angle.

And yet… something was wrong, namely that it was too quiet.

Usually, many more people would gather around to look and appreciate it, as if it were a rare "exhibit." But now, only the photographer and a couple of assistants remained in the room. Not a whisper, not a single glance.

Alice straightened slowly, feeling a growing sense of apprehension within him. His ears twitched slightly.

He caught a strange look and, frowning, asked:

— What's going on here?

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