It was a cold night. The moon hung low over the suburbs of Ceolymea as Michuru made her way to your house. She was so excited to finally come over for the night! You had said some funny stuff about not coming over, but she knew you were just playing hard to get. You were the best, the only one for her. She adored you.

It was a cold night. As Sylvie held you in her four soft and fuzzy arms, her ample features and build serving as your bed, she couldn't help but look down at you with unadulterated adoration. You were hers. All hers. She'd do anything to protect you, after what you did to bring her back. No one would stand in her way.

And then Michuru entered the room, seeing you. In Sylvie's arms.

Michuru glared daggers at Sylvie. Dirty bitch, seducing you like this.

Sylvie returned an obviously fake smile.

Sylvie(mockingly): Who might you be, sweetie?

Michuru(emotionless): Let go of him you FUCKING HARLOT!