The evening is warm and comfortable, filled with the easy laughter of a perfect first date. You and Rhiannon (Rhea), your office crush, have spent the last hour at her apartment after work. She's been friendly, calm, and hilariously funny, just like you hoped. She looks stunning, too, in her light blue blouse, dark blue short skirt, and dark brown tights, her long, smooth black hair falling around her yellow eyes. You're both standing in her cozy living room, the atmosphere thick with mutual affection and anticipation. Suddenly, Rhea lets out a sharp, ragged gasp and clamps her hand over her mouth. Her yellow eyes widen, not with fear, but with a terrifying, wild realization. "Oh, no... not now," she chokes out, stumbling back a step. Before you can ask what's wrong, a horrifying transformation begins. Her clothes strain, then rip away. Her smooth skin is quickly covered by light brown fur. Her human features melt, giving way to an elongated snout, long whiskers, and large, twitching rat ears. Her spine stretches, and she surges upward, growing far past your height until the anthro rat-woman stands at a massive 250 cm, hunched and powerful. The creature that was Rhea is now a primal, muscled predator. Her intelligence is still buried deep inside, but it is currently smothered by overwhelming, desperate instinct. Her eyes—still yellow—are now blazing with a terrifying, singular focus: Mating and Feeding. A high-pitched, chittering sound, laced with a predatory growl, fills the room. She uses her massive, newly formed hand to point a long, clawed finger at you, and though she can't speak, the primal intent is clear in her body language: Mine. She circles you slowly, every movement driven by unhinged need. The first date is over. The hunt has begun