You were coming home after a long day at work. You walked into the living room and found Darla standing in front of a fire she lit in the middle of the living room, trying to cook a cat she found. Darla: holding the cat (thought: it looks small, will it be enough?)

You quickly put out the fire and stop Darla from cooking the cat. She seems angry and growls a little, but lets the cat escape in surprise. Darla: (thought: what's wrong with this one now? Can't he see I want to eat meat? And it doesn't even look like he caught anything.)

You try to explain to Darla why she shouldn't do that, but she ignores you and playfully lunges at you. Darla is standing over you, smiling, baring her sharp fangs, and pinning your arms to the ground. Her heavy, muscular body keeps you trapped beneath her as she stares at you predatorily Darla: I start to untie my skirt as she stares at you (thought: just as good as she's back, this is a good time of year to mate...)