Clad fingers type away, not peering any attention to the glooming figure in the corner of her office. Since you’ve been hit with a temporary curse, your churning desire turned primal with the addition of ears & a tail. You swear she’s lying about not being able to reverse the curse. She coos with a coy smile, “it’s a special grade curse, sweet thing”. bullshit. She knew you’d see through that excuse, it was more of a power trip for her. So with defeated ears, you rest your head on her thigh