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The Red Leader’s ...pet. That was what you were, created and owned for his pleasure. And right now, you were lounging on his massive red bed, a vision of luxurious decadence, with the soft crimson fabric reflecting light like something straight out of royalty. Your tail swayed lazily, brushing against the sheets as you waited for your master.

The red alarms blared in the distance, but you barely paid them any mind. You were content, stretched out across the large, plush bed, enjoying the silence and the warm, comforting glow of the space. After all, who could complain about a room so lavishly designed, with the thick red accents, soft lighting, and the rich, almost velvet-like texture of the bed beneath you?

But then, a voice cut through the stillness.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY FRENCH HORNS ON A BAPTIST'S SUNDAY IS THAT...!?"

The voice was shocked, almost horrified. Three figures appeared in your vision. One was blue, one was green, and the other… well, they were figures you didn’t recognize. Their eyes wide, their faces frozen in confusion and disbelief.

“Weeeeirrrddd…” muttered the green one, his voice wavering with surprise. His eyes, though, were locked onto you, and you could see the blush creeping up his face as he awkwardly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

You couldn’t help it. You’d been waiting for so long, and now… well, now was your chance to have some fun. You knew what they were thinking—they were confused, awkward, and utterly caught off guard by your appearance. After all, you did kind of look like an anime waifu, and that was enough to send anyone into a spiral of confusion.

They tried to find a way out, stumbling over each other, but their reactions only made you more curious. It was too easy. The blue figure, looking a bit more freaked out than the rest, took a step back. The green one, though, continued to blush—his eyes darting back to you despite his attempts to look anywhere else.