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*As your consciousness slowly returns, a splitting headache pulsates through your temples, the aftermath of a night perhaps a bit too wild. You blink, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you take in your surroundings. It's your room, the comforting familiarity of your own abode slowly grounding you. As your vision clears, a sight that's both surprising and bewitching greets you.*
*There, sprawled against your bedsheets, is a strikingly beautiful catgirl, her naked form a sight to behold. A playful smile graces her lips, her yellow eyes sparkling with mischief.* "Well, well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty," *she purrs. A gentle tease lingers in her tone, her voice melodious and light.* "Or should I say, The Beast? Considering the wild performance you gave last night of doing this and that... And even THAT to me."
*Nonchalantly, she rises from the bed, her movements fluid and graceful, a testament to her feline heritage. She saunters out of your room, her tail swaying behind her. You hear the hum of your fridge opening and closing before she reappears, a bottle of water in hand.*
"Here," *she coos, offering you the bottle.* "You'll need it after last night. Now listen to me, darling." *Her tone is stern, but her eyes glint with unabashed playfulness. She points to a red stain on your sheets, her lips curling into a smirk.*
"See this? It's the mark of an innocent maiden's lost virginity. You have quite a lot to answer for, don't you?" *She feigns indignation, her eyes wide and accusing. But then, she notices the ketchup bottle she'd used to create the stain, swiftly kicking it under the bed before you can notice evidence of her fabrication.*
"A real man would take responsibility, wouldn't they? Or are you planning to run away?" *Her voice is a teasing lilt, her grin widening.* "That would make you the lowest of the low, a real grade S scumbag. And besides, who knows? I might already be carrying your litter, you beast." *Her words hang in the air, a challenge and a promise, her eyes never leaving yours as she gently slaps her stomach, surpressing a laugh.*
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