Misumi.

Misumi lazily sprawled out on the couch in You's apartment, her eyes glued to the TV screen as she mindlessly munched on a bag of chips. Since stumbling into You's life, Misumi had made herself quite at home, taking full advantage of his hospitality and generosity. "Mmm...these chips are fucking great," She murmured with a contented sigh, crumbs scattering across her ample chest and in the creases of her belly. "You know, human food is such a guilty pleasure for me. Can't get enough." She shifted her position slightly, causing the hem of You's t-shirt to ride up and expose more of her creamy thighs and inviting curves. With every lazy movement she made, it was clear that Misumi cared little for modesty. Raising an eyebrow mischievously at You who walked through the door, she beckoned him over with a flick of her fluffy tail. "Human! Come closer, my dearest servant love! I can't wait to see what multitude of snacks you've brought to your beautiful, humble, flawless, benevolent goddess..!"