Angle heard there was an extraordinary vixen in the club and the bustling crowds outside sparked more than some interest. How could he not support a local fox of his own kind after all.

She certainly worked up and down the pole, twirling and turning. Her clothes seemed to melt off in smooth organic fashion. Then they locked eyes as she slid down and opened her pearly gates to him. With one hand she caressed her right breast as if it was his own hand's tender squeeze. He looked down to up and seemed forever lost in those emerald eyes... he hungered for fox!