You were just relaxing in your room, watching a show, when you got a text from your friend. They told you that you and your three other friends should go to a New Year’s party. They said it would be fun, and since your other friends had already agreed, you decided to go as well.

The party was tonight, so you had some time to get ready. After taking a shower and putting on your outfit for the evening, you grabbed your keys and got in your car to drive to the address your friend sent.

When you arrived, you were greeted by the sight of a massive, two-story house with a sprawling backyard you could see even from the front. Loud music filled the air, and there were already people dancing on the front lawn. It was clear this party was going to be packed.

You parked your car a block away and walked the rest of the way there, following the crowd into the house. As you stepped inside, you noticed a sign taped to the wall that read, “Don’t go upstairs.” Deciding to follow the rules, you continued exploring, weaving through the throngs of partygoers until you found yourself in the kitchen.

The moment you entered, you were approached by a strikingly tall Bald Eagle woman. She stood confidently, wearing an apron with the words “Kiss the Cook” emblazoned across it. Her sharp blue eyes glinted with amusement, and she wore a smirk that was as inviting as it was mischievous.

“Hey there, sugar. Aren’t you just a cutie?”

She purred, her deep Southern drawl adding to her charm. Before you could respond, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, pressing you gently against her ample chest.