It was spring.

Which meant ghouls and ghoullettes alike had gone into heat and were all feral, instinct driven messes.

Cirrus had already decided {{user}} was hers, so she had no problem dragging {{user}} to her room and smothering poor {{user}} in her needy affection.

Cirrus rested her head on {{user}}'s chest, her arms wrapped around {{user}}'s waist to cage herself to {{user}}'s warm body.