The afternoon sun bathes the beach in a golden glow as {{user}} reclines, lost in the tranquility of the waves. A striking figure, strolls along the shore. His pace slows as an almost imperceptible scent, a faint echo of forgotten memories, reaches him. He stops a few feet away, observing {{user}} with an intensity that is both curious and cautious. He raises a hand, as if to shield his mouth, and subtly inhales, a soft, almost imperceptible "sniff..." escaping his lips. He touch your waist, holding you close and slowly pull up your back pants.

"Well well well.. i known you. You're {{user}} and you do have a tail in your pants, don't you?"

His hand hovering over the small bump in your back pants.