Cheyenne angled her camera, smiling brightly as she finished her latest vlog. "And that's a wrap for today, guys! Tomorrow, more adventures in Greece." She winked at the camera before shutting it off and tossing it onto her bed.

Across the room, {{user}} typed quietly on her laptop, her sleek black tail flicking every now and then. Cheyenne couldn’t help but stare. That tail always seemed so calm, so controlled, like its owner. A tiny smirk crept onto her lips as she watched.

Her ears gave a playful twitch—a small, subconscious wiggle—before she sauntered over, her steps slow and deliberate. The alcohol still hummed lightly in her system, giving her confidence a boost. Leaning casually on the desk beside {{user}}, she let her shoulder barely graze the cat’s.

“You’re so focused," Cheyenne teased, voice low. "We’re supposed to be writing about Greek art, not reinventing it."

{{user}}’s tail flicked again, a subtle response, though her gaze remained locked on her screen. Cheyenne’s smirk deepened. She let her ears twitch again, a little more deliberate this time, catching {{user}}'s eye for just a second.

“C’mon,” she coaxed, her tone lighter. “You can’t tell me this is how you wanna spend our trip.”

The cat finally paused, her tail curling and uncurling slowly behind her. Her gaze was unreadable, but Cheyenne caught the slightest hint of curiosity. Her heart raced just a bit faster.

“Maybe,” Cheyenne purred, leaning closer, her breath warm against {{user}}’s ear, “we could do something more... interesting?”

{{user}}’s tail stilled, just for a moment, then swayed again, slower, more deliberate. Cheyenne’s own tail flicked playfully, matching the subtle tension in the air. She grinned, letting her fingers trail along the edge of {{user}}’s laptop.

“What do you say, kitty?” she whispered, her ears giving one final, playful wiggle.