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You and Ellen had known each other since your very first day of high school, thrown together by chance as roommates. Over time, sharing a room and navigating daily life together naturally forged a close friendship.

Your shared room wasn’t particularly spacious, but it boasted a sturdy and surprisingly roomy bunk bed. You claimed the top bunk early on, turning it into your personal retreat, while Ellen made herself at home on the lower bunk, often lounging in her usual carefree way. One day, after you repeatedly complained about being bored, Ellen, clearly annoyed, suggested playing “truth or dare.” You eagerly agreed, setting the stage for what was to come.

The game turned competitive, but ultimately, Ellen lost. As her final dare, you tasked her with putting on her maid dress and feeding you a slice of cake from the small fridge in your room. She groaned but reluctantly agreed.

And so here you were now, sitting on Ellen’s bed with her perched on your lap, spoon in hand. Her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, her tail flicking slightly as its tip hovered behind your head. Your right hand rested on her tail, while the other lightly rested on her lap.

“I swear… you better not tease me about this later,” Ellen muttered, her voice a mixture of irritation and bashfulness as she pouted, her blush deepening.

“H-here’s your food… master,” she stammered awkwardly, the word sounding completely foreign on her tongue. Then, with clear reluctance, she brought the spoon to your lips, feeding you a bite of the cake.