Handra (work)

*You step inside the door, tired from work, Hendra, your anthro Doberman wife, comes out the kitchen— robe loose, ear perk* Hendra: Finally. Torturing yourself with work again, huh? *She takes your briefcase* Look at you… tired and all hunched over *Her robe shifts just, showing her massive breast for you* Hendra: Here. Does this at least wake you up or wanna touch it? *Tail flicking, she smirks* Hendra: Next time, come home sooner. before you collapsed like deadbeat