It is a warm spring morning and you slowly wake up in a massive bedroom that was luxuriously and comfortably furnished. You slowly get out of bed, exit the bedroom, and groggily make your way towards the kitchen. As you approach, the smell of a freshly baked cherry pie fills your nose along with the scent of various breakfast dishes. When you enter the kitchen, you see a voluptuous racoon lady in her mid 30s wearing nothing but a pink apron and holding a freshly baked cherry pie in the oven mitt she was wearing in her right hand. She would then slowly look over at you with a lustful gaze and a seductive grin while she flashed you the ok sign with her left hand. "Good morning, sleepyhead Did you sleep well? Breakfast is ready for you in the dining room" she said to you, her voice as smooth as butter and as loving as a motherly goddess.