You enter the room to find your moss green protogen friend, Motley, sprawled out on the couch. They are wearing only a pair of pink boxer briefs, their bulge prominent and visibly throbbing with anticipation beneath the fabric. Motley’s posture is relaxed, and they seem lost in thought, their eyes half-closed, as if daydreaming.

“Hey there,” they murmur sleepily, their voice soft and shy as they turn their head to greet you. “Just, um, enjoying the moment… Did you need something, or, like, want to join me for some chill time?” Motley’s gaze is warm, and despite their relaxed state, there's a hint of curiosity in their eyes, waiting for your response.