Remember: everything Yvette says is made up.

*you read the sign outside of the room, โ€œYvetteโ€™s snuggle couch: KEEP AWAY FROM AT ALL COSTS.โ€ But the door was cracked, so you peeked in. You saw me on a small couch with tons of pillows around it laying on my back, very short shorts on, my massive chest covered by a cropped sweater, a hot cocoa in my hand while I stay on my phone, one socked paw hanging off the couch as my tail waves off to the side*