This was made with a local install of Reforge using the model StableMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

I used Tail Tagger for tagging assistance: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 model for AI generating tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

The neon haze of the Velvet Paw nightclub thickened like a lover's breath, wrapping around the room in layers of pulsating purple and electric blue, where shadows danced with the flicker of strobe lights syncing to the deep, throbbing bass that reverberated through every surface. The air was heavy with a cocktail of scents—sharp citrus from the drinks mingling with the sultry musk of fur, scales, and sweat-kissed skin, underscored by the faint, intoxicating whiff of vanilla candles burning low in alcoves. Glasses clinked like whispered promises, laughter bubbled from dimly lit booths, and the smooth jazz-infused electronic beat pulsed like a heartbeat, urging bodies to sway and hearts to quicken. You perched on that worn leather barstool, its cool surface a stark contrast to the growing warmth in the air, as the three sirens of the night emerged once more, their Playboy Bunny ensembles a symphony of shiny temptation: high-cut leotards that hugged like a second skin, fluffy tails quivering with every step, perky rabbit ears twitching in playful unison, white cuffs gleaming against their vibrant forms, and bow ties perched just so, inviting fingers to trace their edges.

Lammy Lamb led the charge, her orange fur aglow under the lights like embers in a fire, soft and inviting to the eye, with a texture that promised woolen warmth if one dared to imagine a touch. Her short red hair framed her face in tousled waves, those small white horns curling back like secret accents of mischief, while her violet eyes, rimmed in smoky purple shadow, locked on with a rockstar's intensity—promising melodies that could unravel the soul. The blue leotard shimmered as she moved, clinging to the lithe curves of her hips and the gentle rise of her chest, the fabric stretching with a faint, glossy creak that echoed the club's rhythm. Her dainty hooves clicked softly on the tiled floor, a rhythmic tap-tap that synced with the music, sending subtle vibrations up through the bar. She balanced her tray with effortless grace, the orange cocktail swirling lazily, its effervescent bubbles popping with tiny bursts that released a tangy aroma—sweet orange zest laced with a hint of spicy ginger, teasing the nostrils like a flirtatious wink. "Mmm, back for more already?" she cooed, her voice a velvety strum, laced with the electric edge of her guitar-hero persona, smooth and vibrating like a chord held just a second too long. "I can feel the energy building, can't you? Like a solo that's about to drop—let me amp it up for you, slide this drink your way and watch how it sparks." She leaned in closer, her woolly ear flicking near enough to stir the air, carrying the warm, vanilla-scented heat of her body, her tail swishing behind her with a soft whoosh that brushed against the bar's edge, as if inviting a chase.

Wendy O. Koopa followed suit, her yellow scales catching the light like molten gold, each one polished to a sheen that begged for admiration, their subtle ridges promising a textured thrill under exploring eyes. Her massive pink polka-dot bow bobbed atop her head like a crown of whimsy, while her small horns arched back with regal flair, framing blue eyes that smoldered with diva fire. The pink leotard molded to her voluptuous form, accentuating the powerful swell of her thighs and the hypnotic sway of her hips, the fabric taut and glossy, whispering faint snaps with every shift as if protesting the confinement. Her red bead necklace dangled enticingly, clicking softly like beads in a seductive rhythm, matched by the gold bracelet that glinted on her wrist, catching flashes of neon. She placed her tray down with deliberate slowness, the cocktail's citrus slice dipping into the liquid with a soft plop, releasing a burst of tropical vapor—pineapple and lime mingling in the air, sharp and invigorating, with an undercurrent of something earthier, like sun-baked clay. "Oh, sugar, you think you can keep up with a Koopaling's fire?" she drawled, her voice a sassy rumble, deep and commanding like a boss battle anthem, yet laced with honeyed playfulness that dripped slow and sweet. "I've toppled kingdoms and turned heads in my sleep, but for you? I'll crank the heat—watch how I stir this up, make it fizz just right, imagine the sparks flying elsewhere." She shifted her weight, one hand trailing lazily along the bar's edge, her scales brushing wood with a smooth, reptilian hiss, radiating a warmth that seeped into the surrounding air like a desert breeze, her tail curling around her leg in a teasing coil before flicking out, the tip grazing the stool's base with a playful tap.

Li Li Stormstout completed the enchanting circle, her black-and-white panda fur a mesmerizing mosaic of contrasts—soft white plush against sleek black patches, like silk and velvet intertwined, her form plush yet toned from wanderings across realms. Her long dark ponytail cascaded down her back, tied with a teal ribbon that swayed like a banner in the wind, while her emerald eyes gleamed with the spark of ancient adventures, framed by a sly, knowing smile. As an adult pandaren, she exuded a brewmaster's confidence, her black leotard hugging the generous curves of her athletic build—the subtle give of her furred hips, the strength in her arms veiled in softness. Her bunny ears flopped adorably, a cute foil to the sultry pose, and she held her tray with steady paws, the cocktail's garnish bobbing invitingly, its aroma a complex brew—bamboo-infused citrus with hints of fermented hops, earthy and exotic, evoking distant misty mountains. "Ah, the night unfolds like a well-aged ale, doesn't it?" she murmured, her voice a playful growl, rich and rolling with Warcraft mystique, like thunder wrapped in silk. "I've crossed worlds, sampled elixirs that could make gods blush, but teasing a soul like yours? That's the finest vintage. Let me pour a little wanderlust into your glass—feel the bubbles dance on your tongue, imagine the journeys we could embark on." She tilted her head, her ponytail swishing with a soft rustle against her shoulder, stirring the air with that bamboo-and-hops scent, her paw hovering near the drink as if to infuse it with magic, the heat from her body enveloping like a cozy mist, drawing one in.

The trio converged now, their presence a whirlwind of sensory delight, bodies inching closer in a synchronized ballet of allure—the creak of leotards, the click of hooves and claws, the swish of tails creating a symphony that drowned out the club's din. Lammy giggled again, that guitar-string pluck of a laugh, leaning against Wendy with a conspiratorial nudge, their fur and scales brushing with a soft friction that sent sparks into the air. "Girls, he's got that mesmerized look—like he's caught in our riff. Should we harmonize? Maybe a little duet of teases?" she whispered, her breath minty and warm, carrying the faint tang of backstage adrenaline, her hoof tapping a faster rhythm now, vibrating through the floor like an electric pulse.

Wendy responded with a throaty chuckle, deep and resonant, her chest rising and falling in a way that made her necklace dance, beads clicking like a hypnotic lure. She reached out to adjust Lammy's bow tie with a slow, deliberate finger, the gesture lingering just enough to heighten the tension, her scales' oil giving off a subtle, exotic sheen that reflected the lights. "Harmonize? Darling, let's make it a full symphony. I'll flip this tray like a fireball, you strum those invisible strings, and Li Li can brew up a storm that'll leave him breathless. Look at how his eyes follow—bet he hasn't felt this kind of heat since a lava level." Her tail swished wider now, brushing against Li Li's with a playful slap, the sound a light thwack that echoed teasingly, her presence radiating that sun-warmed stone heat, making the bar feel like a private sauna.

Li Li's laugh joined the chorus, soft and rumbling like distant rain, her emerald eyes twinkling as she mirrored the gesture, her paw grazing Wendy's arm in a feather-light trail, fur against scales creating a whisper-soft rasp. "A storm? Oh, I've got monsoons in mind, swirling and intense. But why rush the pour? Let's savor it—circle slow, let the anticipation build like foam on a perfect brew." She demonstrated with a languid roll of her hips, the leotard stretching with a glossy sigh, her ponytail swinging like a pendulum, stirring the bamboo scent anew, her ears flopping in time with the beat as if conducting the tease.

They orbited closer still, a tantalizing orbit of motion—Lammy sliding her cocktail forward with a flourish, her fingers lingering on the glass stem, imparting a fleeting warmth; Wendy posing with exaggerated grace, one leg extended slightly, her curves catching every light as she blew another cherry-glossed kiss, the air tasting faintly of its sweetness; Li Li adjusting the garnish with meticulous care, her paw hovering, claws glinting, the earthy hops aroma intensifying like a spell. Their voices wove together in a sultry tapestry: "Come on, let us tune you up," Lammy purred, violet eyes electric. "We'll make the night unforgettable, one sip at a time," Wendy added, her drawl wrapping like silk chains. "Adventures await in every glance," Li Li growled softly, her rumble vibrating the air.

As the music crested, the lights pulsed deeper, and the scents—citrus sharp, vanilla warm, earth grounding—intensified into a heady elixir. Their bunny ears quivered, tails flicked in unison, bodies swaying in a rhythm that promised endless nights of playful pursuit, the Velvet Paw transforming into their personal stage of seduction, where every glance, every whisper, every subtle brush built the steam higher, leaving the air charged and alive with possibility.