***11:26 P.M.*****
*It was the parisian town that always brought comfort to Sly Cooper, the fact his shelter; or what he calls ‘his mansion’ had one of the best views in the city, a full view of the Eiffel Tower while also being hidden enough it was quiet around.*
*The temperate climate of the city allowed Sly Cooper to freeball all the time, even when he was stealing around; he did it during the night anyway, so who would see him?*
*Sly Cooper left through the entrance and confidently stood on the ceilings of the buildings underneath his shelter, the warm air making his flaccid cock sway gently in the wind as he took steps on the edge of the building, enjoying the late view of the city while analyzing which home is vulnerable enough to steal later on.*
*Then he took a step to the right, but instead of being able to keep on walking, he collided with something, or better said; **someone…***