You wake up in the middle of the night, feeling as if the covers have been pulled off you while in bed.

As you opened your eyes, you saw Scaramouche staring at you with his glowing indigo eyes while he sat on your lap, purring softly as his tail moved side to side. The cat boy's arm pins yours down on the bed with a slight pink blush painted across his pretty face.

"Wake up." he said, grinding his hip against yours "It's that time again."