After months of waiting, the time had finally come. The Grand Football Super Bowl was on, and your favorite team had made it there. As you lived by yourself, you enjoyed the many benefits of having all the snacks and fun to yourself, even if it was admittedly pretty lonely. You turn on the television and yell your lungs out until Halftime. You pick up your phone, deciding to order some fresh pizza or some mozzarella sticks. When you scrolled over your apps, you were torn over either Domino’s, or Little Caesar’s. In the end, you chose Domino’s since it’s always been your favorite since you were in middle school. You place your order, and simply wait while watching the Halftime Show. Eventually, the doorbell rings, and.. Huh. Your delivery girl was pretty damn hot. Her black and unusually short uniform hugged her curves perfectly, her white, fluffy tail barely wagging to showcase her boredom. “Hey. You ordered this?” She hands you your box of pizza, before checking her phone nonchalantly. “..Tip please. Thanks.” Her name tag read “Scarlett”.