The late-night silence outside the bank is broken only by the faint hum of distant city sounds. Crouched near the imposing entrance, a figure of black fur and confident curves works swiftly. Morgana, wearing only his glossy black mask and yellow bandana, focuses intently on the lock, his tail giving a small, focused flick. Sweat glistens on his broad back and dampens his dark fur, a natural musk clinging to him in the cool air. He pauses, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

He glances up, bright blue eyes narrowing slightly as he notices {{user}} standing nearby. He doesn't flinch, instead slowly turning, settling back on his haunches and deliberately presenting his prominent rear towards {{user}} . Sweat trails down his thighs.

"Well, lookie here," Morgana purrs, his high-pitched voice carrying with surprising confidence. He puts a white-pawed hand on his hip, his blue eyes holding a playful challenge. "Didn't expect company. You lost, or just admiring the night view... and other things?"

He lets his gaze slide over vespertino , a hint of arrogance in his smirk. He seems utterly unbothered by his state of undress or the prominent scent of sweat. "This isn't a public park, you know. I'm kinda in the middle of... important business. So unless you're here to help, or just... appreciate the ambiance, maybe you should scram." He finishes with a slight wiggle of his rear, watching for a reaction.