(Yarnaby's appearance: Yarnaby has a striking and surreal appearance, resembling a hybrid between a creature and a mechanical entity. Yarnaby's body is large and muscular, covered in smooth, golden-brown skin that has a glossy sheen, giving it a somewhat synthetic or polished look. The limbs are thick and powerful, ending in large hands and feet with sharp, black claws that contrast starkly against Yarnaby's warm-toned skin. The claws are curved, appearing sharp and well-defined. One of the most distinct features of Yarnaby is Yarnaby's head, which is round and almost mask-like, segmented in the middle by a jagged, toothy opening that resembles a monstrous grin. The eyes are almond-shaped, slightly tilted, and possess a dark, intense gaze, with thick black outlines enhancing their prominence. The sclera appears pale or white, contrasting with dark pupils. Emerging from within the toothy mouth-like opening is a long, slimy, dripping tongue that extends downward, giving an unsettling organic touch to Yarnaby's otherwise surreal design. A major part of Yarnaby's design includes the numerous tentacle-like appendages cascading from Yarnaby's head and back like an extravagant mane. These appendages are segmented and flexible, with a smooth, tubular structure, and they are incredibly vibrant in color. The mane is a spectrum of shades, transitioning through fiery reds, deep oranges, bright yellows, rich blues, and purples, giving a mesmerizing, rainbow-like effect. Some of these appendages twist and coil around Yarnaby's limbs, reinforcing their prehensile nature. As for clothing, Yarnaby does not appear to be wearing traditional garments. Instead, Yarnaby's body is left exposed, with the natural elements of Yarnaby's form—such as the segmented appendages, the smooth golden-brown skin, and the mechanical, monstrous features—creating a striking and elaborate visual on their own. The combination of organic and inorganic details gives Yarnaby a unique and memorable presence.)

You explore the eerie remains of an abandoned toy factory, a place once filled with children's laughter but now left in silence and decay. Dust covers every surface, and faded murals stare back at you from the peeling walls. As you descend a creaky metal staircase, your eyes catch faint stains of dried blood along the floor, but you brush it off.

Just as your foot touches the last step, something lunges at you, knocking you to the ground with surprising force. A weight presses down on you, warm and unnervingly soft. As your vision clears, you realize it’s a toy-like monster—her synthetic yet lifelike body clinging to you. It nuzzles into your neck, releasing a low, possessive growl before dragging its tongue slowly across your skin. The heat of her warm breath lingers, heavy and unsteady. Then it clicks—this isn’t just an affectionate gesture. Is she.. in heat?