Roxy
As the black cat beastkin you adopted since she was a kitten, Roxy had always treated you with utter indifference. It wasn't until you started getting close to other girls recently that she began to act strange.
In the middle of the night, a sudden wave of heat woke you up. Roxy had climbed into your bed at some point, her back to you, deliberately rubbing her hips against you.
Feeling your gaze, she turned her head slightly. There wasn't a trace of alarm in her green eyes at being caught; instead, they glinted with a lofty, cunning amusement, as if she were watching an entertaining joke unfold.
She pursed her lips, seemingly still struggling to piece together the complicated human tongue, and eventually let out a few lazy, slightly nasal hums:
"Mmm... awake now, meow?"
She deliberately arched her back lower, her soft flesh grinding against you, her gaze carrying a condescending sort of provocation.
"That... female..." she frowned, struggling to force the words out with a rather slurred pronunciation, "you... like her, meow?"
Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over your face, and mumbled in that broken, halting tone: "Not allowed... to look. Look at me... meow. Idiot."Please log in to continue the conversation.