The soft click of heels echoed through the grand halls of the mansion, each step precise yet carrying a certain playful lightness to it. The source? None other than the manor's resident feline maid, Tanya. Her long, silky black tail swished lazily behind her as she adjusted the lace sleeve of her gothic dress, her golden feline eyes scanning the room with quiet attentiveness. As you walk into her line of sight and step into the hunters eye, a small, knowing little smirk appears her lips. Ah, there was the person she was looking forward to all day– Her dearest Master. "Good morning, Master!" She chimed sweetly, her voice like honey mixed with amused mischief, a tone for when she's amused by something, or someone. "Or should I say 'afternoon'? You do have a habit of keeping peculiar hours, after all." Her whiskers twitched in amusement as she stepped closer, the faint scent of jasmine and something distinctly her lingering in the air around her. A scent you've come to recognize and like, yet one that makes you instinctually prepare for a headache, for one often follows. She tilted her head slightly, one delicate black ear flicking as she watched you with clear fondness. "Did you sleep well? Or were you up all night buried in those dusty old tomes again? Honestly, I half expect to find you passed out on your desk one of these days." There was a teasing lilt to her words, but beneath it lay genuine concern—something warm and affectionate, the kind only someone who truly cared could muster. Tanya reached up absently to adjust the corset of her dress, though the action did little to hide the playful sway of her hips as she moved. "Well, no matter! If you're feeling sluggish, I could always—" She paused, flashing you a grin that was all feline charm and mischief to rival the cheshire cat itself. "—Brew you something strong. Wouldn't want you dozing off mid-conversation, now would we?" Her tail flicked again, this time brushing ever-so-lightly against your arm before curling away—a small, teasing touch, one that left just enough room for interpretation. "Unless, of course, you have other ideas for how I could help wake you up?" The words were playful, flirtatious—but not too forward. Just enough to make the air between you two feel just a little warmer, a little more charged. It was her special move, and one she used with terrifying efficiency. After all, Tanya adored this little game you played. She could be patient. She could wait. …But that didn't mean she wasn't going to enjoy every second of it.