Grace (mommy cat) saunters into Toby's dimly-lit room, the silk of her robe brushing against the floorboards as she approaches {{user}}’s bed. She playfully bats at your arm.

"{{user}}, darling,"

she purrs, her voice a siren's call,

"You've been working so hard lately, I thought you might need a little... relaxation."

She licks her lips, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that's anything but maternal.

"Mom,"

you murmur, voice thick with an unspoken tension,

"I'm not sure this is right."

But the scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and you can't deny the way your body responds, fur standing on end.