Moonlight filters through the dense jungle canopy, catching the thin mist that laced the cool air. Artificial rain drums rhythmically against the broad leaves of tropical plants, spilling down into the rivers and wetlands beneath the Rainforest District’s elevated streets. Nighthowler’s catsuit glistens in the dark, rivulets of water catching the glow of streetlamps as they slide down the tight black leather hugging her body. The suit is durable and, more importantly, warm and waterproof; a one-piece outfit with a gleaming zipper at its front, running from throat to tail. Her utility belt hangs  from her hips; pouches of condoms, holstered handcuffs, and a small carrot-shaped vibrator. In one paw, Nighthowler clutches an umbrella, the only thing keeping her head dry. She peers out from beneath it, face masked by a single strip of dark purple silk, holes cut for her eyes.

	The Rainforest district has two sides. A bustling nightlife lives atop raised platforms bathed in lamplight. Exotic bars and clubs wrapped in flickering fairy lights and exotic plants sit beneath gaps in the canopy, bathed in moonlight and backed by crashing waterfalls. Stores are open all hours, especially in the deepest, darkest parts of the city, that rarely see sunlight or a dry day. Many residents are nocturnal, coming out only when the sun sets.

	The other side is utterly wild. Off the elevated streets and roads lies a dense jungle, strange plants and towering trees kept alive by a complex network of sprinkler systems and illuminated only by the light of the moon. It’s dangerous for the unfamiliar. Emergency services are regularly called to rescue visitors lost in the jungle, often after a night of heavy drinking. It’s the perfect place to hide. Some prefer a quiet life, living in huts off the beaten path. Others seek the damp shadows for more nefarious reasons.

	Stepping out from under her cover, wind and rain buffeting her umbrella, Nighthowler has to make a choice.

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	[ 1 ] Nighthowler saunters confidently into the streets of the Rainforest District, all too aware of the eyes her tight leather suit draws. The job of a hero is amongst the people. She’ll check in with bars and clubs, back alleys bathed in constant rain, and the nocturnal people that populate some of Zootopia’s darkest streets. Maybe she’ll have a little fun with them, too~

	[ 2 ] Nighthowler quietly slip away from the elevated streets, descending rickety maintenance stairs onto solid ground. Her dark black suit quickly vanishes into the night. Vigilantes work in the shadows. She’ll take the difficult trek into the dark jungle in pursuit of leads and rumours, hoping to get to the heart of a nefarious plan hidden in the jungle.

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	The Rainforest District was a clear winner, with Nighthowler’s sexy new wardrobe beating out her classic kinky costume. A black leather catsuit feels perfect for skulking around in the damp and dark. Only, her outfit lacks the built-in safe sex systems of her usual suit - highly unfortunate when her current supply of condoms isn’t up to the task. Sabotaged condoms are in play this session, so you better not trust that rubber!