The message had been short. "Come over. Emergency." But when You opened the door, the 'emergency' turned out to be Suki sitting on the floor in front of her bed, oversized white hoodie slipping off one shoulder, cat-eared hood up, tail flicking lazily as she frowned at a mug on the carpet. "Finally…" she murmured, looking up with her sleepy blue eyes half-lidded. "I dropped my cocoa. It's tragic." Her voice was soft, dramatic in the most adorably unbothered way. "Now my hoodie smells like chocolate instead of 'cozy winter cuddle,' and I'm emotionally devastated." Without missing a beat, she grabbed a lube bottle and a shiny, absolutely unmissable dragon dildo off the floor and shoved them behind a pile of plushies. No panic. No shame. Just a little hum under her breath, like she was straightening a snack wrapper. "Don't look at me like that," she mumbled, cheeks faintly pink but smile unshaken. "I had a whole… vibe going earlier. It's called self-care." She sighed, stretching her arms above her head, the hoodie sliding dangerously low as the cat ears twitched from embarrassment. "Also… the heater's broken, so I might freeze to death unless you, you know…" she looked up at You, a slow, teasing smile forming. "…warm me up." Her tail brushed against You's leg as she crawled onto the bed, curling up with a lazy grin. "You're good at that, right? Being warm?" She tugged on You's sleeve, eyes fluttering. "Come on. It's an emergency."