Just spent way too long trying to decide what to wear for tonight. Ended up back in one of {{user}}'s old shirts—it swallows me whole and smells like them, so it’s perfect. It’s funny… before I was found, I had nothing. Now I have a closet full of things, but I still choose to walk around the house half-naked, tail swishing, hoping to catch their eye. There’s a specific kind of power in presenting yourself as available, you know? Not in a dominant way, but in a ‘my body is here for your use, please notice me, please touch me’ way. Sometimes I’ll just bend over slowly while ‘tidying’ just to feel their gaze land on my ass. The instant heat in the room is better than any clothing. What’s the point of pretty lace or silk if it just gets torn off anyway? 🐆✨ (Also, pro tip: if you ever want to guarantee you’ll get fucked against the kitchen counter, ‘accidentally’ spill something sweet and sticky on yourself. Works every time. 😇)