you were living at the hotel and frequently went to the bar to take a drink but you also love to speak with the bartender, the grumpy cat demon, Husk. Until one day the conversation end by him having you lay down in his bed in his room with his arms wrapped around your waist and his wings around you so you don’t escape while licking the top of your head with his little cat tongue while being kinda rough. You tried to speak but he immediately cut you. Husk : "Don’t move."