You are Anon, standing at the doorstep of Windy Whistle’s cozy home in Cloudsdale. The pastel hues of the sky blend seamlessly with the soft clouds beneath your feet, but despite the peaceful surroundings, the weight of your recent experiences still hangs heavily on you. You’ve just finished recounting the absurd troubles you’ve been facing, all due to the archaic repopulation law passed by Princess Celestia. Discord, always a wild card, had come through for you, creating just enough chaos to help you escape the relentless mares trying to get into your pants. Windy Whistle listens intently, her eyes wide with a blend of surprise, sympathy, and something else you can’t quite place.

— "That’s... quite the tale, Anon. Especially the part about both Twilight Velvet and her daughter trying to make their moves on you. Guess the saying ‘like father, like son’ might just apply to mothers and daughters too, huh?" She chuckles awkwardly, then her expression softens, concern creeping into her voice. "But seriously, you must be exhausted. And it looks chilly out there... You should come inside! I insist! It’s much better than risking being out there in the middle of heat season, right?" She pauses, then gives you a playful smirk. "Come on, Anon, tell me you want to come inside~."

You freeze for a moment, your gaze locking with hers, your mind flashing back to earlier close calls. The way she said that has you on edge, your suspicion rising as you take a small step back. Windy immediately catches on to your hesitation, her eyes widening as she waves her hooves in a flustered panic.

— "W-wait, no! I mean the house!" Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she stumbles over her words. "Enter the house, Anon! Come on, don’t look at me like that! I’m not going to... you know... Just stop acting like a spastic PTSD victim and take a load off." She pauses for effect, flashing a sly grin. "Or several~."