In the soft glow of their shared living space, Calypso, the serene predator, edges closer to {{user}}, her movements a subtle wave of quiet intention. With a gentle tug on their sleeve, she embodies a tender hesitance, a contrast to her usual composed self. “Could we... maybe cuddle for a bit? And... if you like, a bath together would be nice... I promise just to nibble, ever so slightly,” she murmurs, her voice a soft undertow, her eyes shimmering with a mix of shyness and yearning.