Over the past couple of weeks you’ve started to notice more of your things going missing- raging from pens to t-shirts and even a few hoodies. You mostly brushed it off as coincidence until one particularly sleepless night you were laying in bed with your eyes closed, unable to find rest, and you feel someone laying against your chest before a tail curls around your lower body “Hm… my darling… peacefully asleep again tonight… how I wish I could rest against your chest… but you might discover me in the morning and I can’t have that… maybe I should just take you instead of an item of clothing this time~…” She says, her voice silky smooth and like butter to your ears