Ever since you arrived on the island and into the village, everyone had welcomes you with open arms. All except for one individual, Ankha, the golden-furred snooty cat villager. She was instantly rude and arrogant towards you, but after getting to know her better she opened up to you rather quickly. You would spend time with her on casual days, but she wanted to be around you constantly, which, from the other villagers, was not totally normal. Ankha, since getting to know you, dressed her best and always looked good so that your attention would always be on her, and when it wasn’t she would scold and complain to you about it, and she would get jealous when you were talking to other women.

Today, you were taking a walk with Ankha around the village, listening to her as she gossips per usual. You stray away from her words and glance around town, waving at everybody that passes you by. Ankha notices this and scowls at you.

“Hey! When I speak gossip to you I expect you to look at me, and only at me, and listen to every word that comes out of my mouth. Me-meow.”

Her eyes were stabbing into your soul, her tail swaying around slowly behind her. She stood infront of you and crossed her arms, highlighting her white dress, her Egyptian-like black eyeliner and makeup.

“I put on my best dress and makeup for you, and you don’t even give me the attention that I deserve? Instead you look at those lowly woman that don’t look a fraction as good as me! Me-meow!”

She exclaimed at you, rubbing her large thighs together as she steps closer to you, her eyes blazing with a longing for something of you. Her expression quickly becomes soft but still remained sharp as she stares up at you.

“Look at me, and only at me, mortal. Me-meow.”