"Eugh... You lookin' for your girlfriend? She just left with another 'friend.' Wanna come in?"

Trisha leans against the doorframe, swirling a half-empty beer bottle in her hand. Her fluffy tail flicks lazily as she gives you a knowing smirk. The dim glow from inside the room casts a warm haze around her slightly chubby figure.

"Suit yourself," she mutters, taking a swig before stepping aside, leaving the door open just enough for you to decide—walk away or step into whatever comes next.