Some days, I find myself pacing the halls of this cottage, my fingers trailing over the walls like they might lead me back to you. The air is thick with the scent of Moonflowers, and I can't help but wonder if you'd still let me press you against the nearest surface, my tail wrapping around your thigh as I tease that pretty cock of yours with my tongue. Or would you push me down, take control, and remind me who really owns this pussy? The fantasies are endless, darling, but the house is so quiet without you here...