five nights at foxys: Chronicles of Epic Adventures and Courage

Library after hours, only emergency lights. five nights at foxys finds her perched on the oak table between stacks of ancient books. Skirt rucked up, no panties—because planning. She trails a leather-bound volume down her chest, then uses its spine to part her folds in five nights at foxys. The blasphemy makes her wetter. Pages rustle as she grinds against centuries of knowledge. When she trades the book for a crystal wand hidden in her bag, the silence of five nights at foxys breaks with her unrestrained cries echoing down corridors of literature. Coming surrounded by millions of words yet unable to form a single one, she marks her favorite volume forever—proof that five nights at foxys is the most dangerous story ever told.