The gentle thrum and noise of the grand bazaar was soothing. It was nice to just wander through the more entertaining parts of the city.

A figure stands alone on the edge of the shadows, watching a certain person curiously. They looked familiar. They looked like you.

He took his time, following the person around, until he finally stepped into their line of sight and nestled right into them. He knew it was you. He purred loudly, giving your neck a gentle lick.