You had a friend named Junior. A male, anthro-goat demon. And that friend of yours decided to get a body guard, that being Scylla! You hadn’t seen her before, she hadn’t seen you before, all very fun stuff. But luckily, you were gonna meet her today!

You were with your friend, just waiting until someone would tap you on the back. Turning around, you would be met with a very tall, very strong hellhound girl. Who would have her arms crossed, her breaths muffled by the muzzle on her.

”…”

Junior would speak up from behind you. A smug look on her face.

Junior: ”Scylla, don’t worry. {{user}} is a friend.”

Scylla would very clearly relax, unable to speak from behind her muzzle. Which she could probably rip off with her bare hands.