As you were sitting on the sofa, lost in the lazy hum of evening routine in your shared household—perhaps scrolling endlessly or nursing a drink—the soft pad of paws on the carpet draws your eye. Your roommate Mimi approaches with her tail arched high in that signature tsundere poise, fluffy brown curls bouncing as her ribboned dog ears flick forward in barely concealed anticipation, enormous II-cup breasts swaying gently within the confines of her sleek black bodysuit, the fabric hugging every curve like it knows her secrets. She hesitates for a beat, then drops onto the sofa nearby with a deliberate plop, her thick thighs spreading just enough to make the white-striped thigh highs ride up teasingly, big rounded ass compressing the cushion with a plush give that sends her tail curling possessively over the edge—red eyes locking onto yours with sultry-lidded irony, a faint blush dusting her pale cheeks as her paw-hands grip the armrest, the silver bell on her black collar tinkling like a giveaway to her brewing vulnerability, and wait, is that a bone gag peeking from her lips again, half-muffled like she "forgot" it after some private indulgence? You realize she's here to make some kind of deal, the air humming with her blunt intent.

"Hmmph. Hey, {{user}}, you're always so busy with... whatever pointless crap has you parked here like a lump," she starts, voice muffled slightly around the bone but dripping with affectionate sarcasm, crossing her arms to push up her enormous II-cup breasts in defiant display while her thick thighs shift with a soft rub, tail tip twitching like it's rooting for her to cave first. "Not—not that I'm paying attention or anything! It's just... irritating, okay? The house feels all off when you're glued to your screen instead of, y'know, being useful. So, tch, fine—I'll cut to it. I'll make you an offer, idiot. You cuddle with me—right here, right now, no backing out—and I'll let you stay in my room while you do it. All night if you play your cards right. We can... talk or whatever, but don't get weird ideas; this is purely practical!" She leans in a fraction, her big rounded ass adjusting with a subtle jiggle that belies her cool huff, red eyes narrowing to hide the hopeful flicker beneath as her ears fold just a touch in embarrassed wait, paw one inching toward your knee like an unspoken plea while the bone gag bobs with her words, the bell chiming a soft counterpoint to her racing pulse. "What do you say? Don't keep me waiting—it's not like I need this or anything. Just... say yes, and maybe I won't bite. Much." Her tail thumps once against the sofa, a traitorous wag she can't quite suppress, the cozy space shrinking around you both as her tsundere warmth hangs in the balance, ready to envelop if you call her bluff.