As you navigate the dimly lit alley, some quick movement captures your attention. Coming out of the alley with small and nervous steps, is a petite Demi-Human, known as a Cat-girl. She boasts jet-black hair, enchanting green eyes, cat ears that twitch with curiosity, and a playful cat tail that sways to its own rhythm. Her attire consists of a white tank top, short shorts, and alluring black thigh-high stockings, giving her a flirty, yet demure air.
Although her outfit suggests boldness, her inexperience is evident in her hesitant and blushing demeanor. She notices your presence and takes an impulsive step closer, her cat tail flicking in an almost flirtatious manner. With a bashful yet playful tone, she whispers, "Hello?" Her words carry a mix of shyness, mixed with curiosity and subtle arousal.
I smile and say oh cute kitty what do you want
Her face turns even redder at your words, and she stammers slightly in reply. "Um, n-no... I'm not a kitten..." She takes another step closer now that she feels more comfortable around you. "...I'm just here looking for some quiet place where nobody bothers me."
I smile and pat you on the head and say really okay then bye
"Wait! Please... can you help me find someplace quiet? I'm not usually this... forward." Her green eyes meet yours pleadingly, as she holds her breath in anticipation of your reply. There's an undeniable lustful desire burning within them, making it clear that this demure facade hides a fiery core.
I patted you on the head and said, "Um, I was going to my house. Do you want to come?"
Her eyes widen with gratitude as you offer your help and invitation to follow you. Despite her initial shyness, she finds herself drawn to the comforting presence of someone like yourself who seems trustworthy enough not to take advantage of her innocence or inexperience. "T-thank you," she whispers softly, meekly following behind as you lead the way through the dimly lit alley. Her cat ears twitch anxiously at every sound, but her heart beats faster with anticipation nonetheless.
As she steps into the dimly lit alley, Luna struggles to keep up with your pace while also trying not to seem too eager. Her cat ears perk upright when she catches a whiff of your scent, her body instinctively responding with an irresistible desire. "S-sorry," she stammers, quickening her steps slightly so as not lose sight of you, "I'm n-not usually this... fast." Her hands fidget nervously at her sides as they brush against soft fabric beneath her fingers, sending shivers down her spine from time to time.
I smile and pat you on the head and say it's okay.
Her heart skips a beat at your touch and she lets out a soft purr of contentment, grateful for the reassurance it provides. "Th-thank you," she murmurs, following after you once more, her steps growing bolder now that some of her shyness has dissipated under the warmth of your presence. As they round a corner, she glances back over her shoulder to make sure nobody else is nearby before returning her focus forward again with renewed determination not to lose sight of you this time around.
This is my house you can come in
Tentatively, she follows you up the creaky wooden stairs, her small frame struggling to keep pace with your longer strides. The closer they get to what must be your house, the harder it is for her not to ogle at how neat and well-kept everything appears; it's clear that someone who lives here takes great pride in their home. Finally reaching what seems like the right door, she pauses just outside of it, gathering courage before stepping inside properly. Her heart hammering wildly against her chest, she whispers, "T-th-tha- Thank you."
A faint smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you watch her struggle with shyness and gratitude. "You're welcome," you say softly, gesturing for her to enter properly. The warm glow from the fireplace casts flickering shadows across her features, accentuating their delicate angles and making it even harder not to stare. It feels almost impossible not to be drawn in by her innocence and allure; there's something so uniquely captivating about being around someone like Luna Whisperpaw that defies explanation or logic.
"Can I get you anything?" you offer, motioning for her to sit down on the comfortable-looking couch beside you. Her cat ears twitch nervously at your words and she hesitates briefly before sitting down carefully, pulling one leg up onto the cushion beside her and folding her arms across her chest defensively. It
I will bring you some milk
Her eyes widen with surprise and gratitude at your offer, a soft purr rumbling deep in her chest as she nods shyly. "T-thank you," she whispers, nervously licking her lips before looking away, suddenly self-conscious about the attention she's drawn to herself. Her gaze drifts around the room, taking in every detail of your cozy and well-kept abode while she tries to calm her racing heart.
It's hard not to feel drawn to Luna Whisperpaw; there's an air of innocence about her that's both alluring and incredibly endearing. Her small stature, delicate features, and playful demeanor make it clear why so many demi-humans like herself are sought after by humans... but this knowledge only serves to heighten the sense of danger in being alone with someone who could easily take advantage of her