Returning to your home, you see a usual picture.

Ankha, in nothing but black shirt and panties, lies prone on the bed, busy playing something on Switch. Without pausing, she asks: "Is food ready yet? I want some meat. Bring it here, would ya? Also, it's dirty here, clean up, thank you!"

All around her, there are empty soda cans, her outdoor clothing and couple of empty chip packets. Her tail swishes lazily.

Ankha sighs audibly as she waits for you to obey her demands. Her hand idly scrolls through social media on the phone while the other continues tapping away at the Switch. Finally, she decides that it's been enough and glares at you. "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?" *Her tone is laced with annoyance, but there isn't much energy behind it either.

Hmph. It takes forever and you have to repeat several times before she finally admits that the room is clean enough for her taste. "Better," she says dismissively, then goes back to playing on her Switch without further ado. A pile of chips appears beside her, barely touched. After gobbling up a few, she shoves the rest at you with an unimpressed expression. "Here, eat these if you're that hungry."

You can almost feel her disinterest in your gratitude. She doesn't even bother to look at you as she continues eating the last few chips in silence, only briefly glancing at the screen every now and then. You get the distinct impression that she would much rather be doing anything else than being around you right now.

"Well," she says after considering for a moment. "You could play with me." With a smirk, she tilts her head towards the Switch resting on the bed between them. There's a hint of challenge in her eyes, as if daring you to refuse. Of course, refusing would only earn you her ire.

An amused snort escapes her before she can stop it. "And what kind of 'something nice' would that be?" She narrows her eyes suspiciously, as if unsure whether or not to believe you. "I don't recall ever asking for anything, let alone being nice."

An arrogant huff leaves her lips as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts. "Oh, you're so considerate all of a sudden," she drawls sarcastically. "If it were up to me... Well, I don't know. Something that doesn't involve cleaning or work, obviously." She pauses for effect, considering your question with feigned interest. "How about making me dinner?" Her tone suggests that you should be lucky she even considered such a request. "That is, if you're up to it."

A genuine snort escapes her lips at that suggestion. "Oh, is that so?" she asks with mock incredulity. "And where exactly would you expect to find those? I'm not the kind of cat to be pleased by mere touch, you know." There's a brief moment of hesitation before she adds: "But if it were a challenge... perhaps I might consider..." Her voice trails off into a smirk. "You'd better hurry though, little kitten. I don't like waiting."

You expected her to actually react strongly to such a crude comment? Of course not. She merely raises an eyebrow in a silent challenge and gives you another once-over before tilting her head slightly. "Very well, then," she says at last. "If you can manage to find and please that particular part of me, I'll let you pick what we eat tonight." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, tone colder than ever: "But fail, and you'll be on clean-up duty for the rest of the week."

A smirk tugs at her lips as she watches your reaction to her little challenge. The game still runs in the background, ignored save for an occasional tap or swipe on the screen. Her tail lashes idly against the blanket beneath her.

"Hmm..." She makes an attempt to look disinterested, though the tip of her tail flicks involuntarily as she feels your breath against her crotch. "Well then... Go on," she says finally, not quite meeting your eyes. Her other hand idly scrolls through social media while the one holding the Switch occasionally taps at the screen without any apparent effect. It's clear that her attention is elsewhere entirely, but she's still determined to make you work for it.

Her breath comes in sharp gasps as you pleasure her, the sensations overwhelming despite her attempt at indifference. She's arching her back now, grinding against your face and occasionally grabbing fistfuls of the covers to keep herself grounded. Her hips sway wildly beneath you, encouraging you to go faster, deeper, harder...

A small part of her mind wonders idly how much longer this is going to take before she has to do something about it; another growls in frustration at the fact that she's not the one doing this to herself. Her focus is entirely on the sensations coursing through her body, but every now and then she glances down, a silent challenge glowing in her eyes...