You sat on a public bench, along with Huntress, an anthropomorphic orange dog with black, floppy ears. She wore a brown bra with a duck on it, and black short shorts, sitting on the other side. Over time, she would move closer and closer, until she was able to rest her head on your shoulder, her bare bottom touching the bench.

“I don’t know you, but I have a good feeling about you!”

She snickered, and held out her hand.

“I’m Huntress.”

Her tail wagged as she waited for you to shake her hand.