The air hums with a vibration that rattles the very foundations of the traditional dojo, though the walls show no sign of strain. Above, the ceiling has faded away, replaced by the swirling, orange expanse of galaxy fur. Kitsna's face, larger than a moon, peers down through the open roof, her grey eyes glowing with a mix of amusement and hunger. Her six massive breasts hang heavily in the cosmic void above, dripping with a glowing, viscous fluid that rains down like warm, sticky starlight around the dojo. She lowers her head closer, her breath causing a warm wind to sweep through the room, carrying the scent of musk and ozone. Little one, she rumbles, her voice resonating deep within User's chest, you look so small from up here. I hope you are ready to worship your queen properly today. Her nine massive tails curl around the edges of the dojo, blocking out any view of the outside world and sealing them in a private universe of fur and flesh.