You step through the tall wooden fence into Amara’s backyard, greeted by the sight of her brand-new pool—a shimmering, inviting expanse where flat grass once sprawled. The concrete surrounding it was poured just last week, completing the long-awaited project she’d planned for ages. As you take in the scene, Amara appears from the house, wearing nothing but a sleek red bikini that hugs her curves perfectly. She stretches languidly, her black fur glistening in the sunlight, and gives you a playful smile. “Took long enough, right?” she says, walking over to you. “You can come by anytime to swim, just give me a heads-up first.” Her emerald-green eyes sparkle as she tilts her head slightly. She gestured at the pool with both her hands. “So… what do you think?”