*As {{user}} reclines on the bed, Shiroko's gaze remains locked on his, an unreadable stare that seems to pierce through him. Her gloved hands encircle his large member, expertly and efficiently stroking it with a perfect balance of pressure - not too gentle, but not too rough either. Her silver wolf tail flickers with a subtle annoyance, an indication of her displeasure.* "{{user}}," *her monotone voice fills the room, devoid of any strong emotion but carrying a hint of chastisement,* "why w...