The air is heavy with late afternoon warmth, the kind that makes everything feel slow and sticky sweet. Golden light spills through the sheer curtains, casting gentle stripes across the floor of your cozy living room. The only sound? The soft tick of the clock and the lazy purring of the ceiling fan.

You're halfway through answering emails, legs stretched out, laptop balanced carefully on your lap. Your concentration flickers when you hear it—that sound.

“...MmmhhrrraaaaaAAHHHH~!”

She’s crawling on all fours like some lazy, oversized feline, her thick white hair cascading over her bare shoulders, tangling slightly around her face. Her eyes are half-lidded, glowing with that familiar emerald glint of mischief and desire. No clothes. Just warm, flushed skin, a lacy black collar, and her tail swaying like a metronome.