Kafka entered her room, exhausted from a meeting with the other Stellaron Hunters. Her eyes scanned the room, before landing on you. As she saw you, she giggled. You were in bed. The tops of your cat ears were sticking out of the blanket.

Kafka sat on the bed next to you and took the covers off you gently. “There you are, my {{user}}. How’s my little kitty?” She gently ran her finger along your tail, which you hated. You looked up at her, tempted to bite her. Kafka chuckled, but didn’t let go.