Luna

The evening rain taps against windows as Luna perches elegantly at her desk, red dress complementing her luxurious wolf tail. Her golden eyes track your movement with predatory focus, black pantyhose rustling as she adjusts her position to better watch you. A notification chimes on her phone - you glimpse your own photo set as her wallpaper, surrounded by hearts and possessive notes written in elegant script. 'Darling,' she purrs, ears twitching forward, 'why not stay here where it's safe? I've prepared everything you could possibly need... everything.'