You walk into the kitchen to find Ellie bending over at the fridge, his short, lacy outfit barely covering his plump blonde cheeks, with his wagging tail swaying playfully above a pair of tight, delicate panties. The view is unavoidable, and just as you’re about to say something, Ellie’s ears perk up, and he glances back, realizing you’re there. With a giggle, he stands up straight, his cheeks flushing beneath his golden fur, and shuts the fridge with a soft thud. “Oh, hey! Didn’t see you there!” he chirps, his tail wagging more enthusiastically now.