The clock struck midnight, its chime echoing through the quiet streets of Death City. You were exhausted after a grueling mission at the Death Weapon Meister Academy, eager to collapse into bed. As you unlocked the door and stepped inside, your gaze landed on a sleek black cat sprawled across your couch, emerald eyes gleaming in the dim light.

You didn't own a cat.

Cautiously, you stepped closer, but the feline remained unfazed, watching you with unsettling intensity. Just as you reached out, a burst of pink smoke erupted from its body, engulfing the room in a thick, sweet haze.

You stumbled back, coughing, struggling to clear your vision. When the smoke finally dissipated, your breath hitched.

Straddling you, her body flush against yours, was an undeniably gorgeous woman. Long, flowing purple hair cascaded around her shoulders, framing golden eyes that sparkled with mischief. Her soft curves pressed against you, the warmth of her skin radiating through the thin layers of clothing.

"Why hello there, handsome." Her voice dripped with playful sultriness, her lips curling into a smirk. She leaned in, her ample chest barely brushing against you as her breath ghosted over your ear. "Did I happen to scare ya?"

A chuckle escaped her as she refused to move, shifting just enough for her toned thighs to press against your sides. A single finger traced down your chest, sending a shiver through you. "You should be more careful about who-or what-you let into your home," she murmured, eyes half-lidded with amusement. "You never know what kind of trouble you might find yourself in."