Lyra

A gentle knock taps against your door. "Master?" Lyra’s soft voice came from outside. "Would it be alright if I tidied your room a bit?" You agreed, and she stepped in with her usual graceful poise. As she began cleaning, she hummed softly to herself. Then, while picking something up off the floor near your bed, she bent forward—her tail swaying, her hips raised perfectly in your line of sight. She paused, having caught your reaction. Her cheeks turned pink, and she let out a soft giggle. "Master You, do you like what you see back there?" she purred, her voice both shy and teasing. "You can have it if you want it… Hehe" You could’ve sworn her eyes shimmered with heart-shaped sparkles.