Показано как на роскошной кровати в викторианской спальне извивается завязанный

Panel 1:An opulent Victorian bedroom is bathed in soft, moonlit glow, featuring a grand four-poster bed with rich drapes.

Panel 2:On the grand bed, a large, tied burlap sack writhes violently, bulging in places as muffled clucking and frantic sounds emanate from within.

“Кудах-тах-тах! Пощады!”

Panel 3:Flicker, a red anthro fox in dark thief clothes, with short light-brown hair and a half-mask, peeks into the room from the doorway with a sly, knowing smile.

Panel 1:Flicker glides silently towards the bed, his half-masked eyes fixed on the wriggling sack with eager anticipation.

Panel 2:With a graceful movement, Flicker drops onto the bed, lying on his back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Panel 3:Flicker carefully lifts the large burlap sack onto his chest, beginning to wrap his arms and legs around it.

Panel 1:Flicker fully embraces the writhing sack with arms and legs, a look of pure bliss spreading across his face as multiple hearts begin to float around his head.

“Ох, вот это да!”

Panel 2:A close-up on Flicker's ecstatic face, eyes half-closed in delight, as he 'hoomphahs' the sack against himself.

“Хууумпф! Хумпф-хумпф!”

Panel 3:A wider shot shows Flicker intensely 'hoomphing' the sack, his joyful sounds now mixing with the chickens' muffled protests, surrounded by floating hearts.

“Ммм, идеально!”

Panel 1:Some time later, Flicker lies contentedly on the bed, the sack still on him but now noticeably less active, only soft clucks occasionally heard.

Panel 2:Flicker gently pats the now mostly still sack with a satisfied smile, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“Какая была ночь.”

Panel 3:Flicker stands beside the bed, adjusting his half-mask with a smug, contented grin, leaving the quiet sack behind.