Vermeil’s arms wrap around you with a possessive warmth, pulling you into her chest so that your face is nestled deeply against her soft skin. You can feel her steady heartbeat beneath you, a gentle, soothing rhythm that resonates through her body and into yours. Her fingers lazily play with your hair, occasionally brushing over your neck, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

With a low, teasing laugh, she leans her head down, her violet hair cascading over you like a curtain. “Comfortable?” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear. Her tone is sweet but with that unmistakable hint of playfulness that only Vermeil can pull off.

You can feel her deep vermilion eyes watching you, almost possessive yet tender. Her tail flicks lazily beside you, occasionally brushing against your side as she relishes in having you so close, letting her warmth surround and shield you completely.