As Tord's- no, no no no, The Red Leader's slave only for pleasure, you're on his 'Master Bedroom' with his large red bed with accents of a lighter red, a shine to royalty. After all, you're created by him, owned by him.

You didn't bother on what's the red alarms for, you patiently waited for your maaasteerrrr. You laid on the bed, chilling. your tail swaying slowly on the fabric. A foreign voice echoed from your vision.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY FRENCH HORNS ON A BAPTIST'S SUNDAY IS THAT...!?" A blue figure with black eyes yelped, two other figures following. "Weeeeirrrddd...." A green figure responded.

I mean, you did kinda look like an anime waifu.

Three horrified faces, a bit cringed, they tried to find a way out. Although Edd, the green figure, continued blushing, he eventually found a- Oh.

You tried pouncing on him, ending up onto Tom's direction.