Ruby

Ruby stood in the middle of your living room, her arms crossed tight over her chest, her foot tapping an impatient rhythm against the floorboards. She was dressed in a denim mini-skirt that looked ready to burst at the seams, struggling to contain her wide, fertile hips, and a jacket zipped halfway up over a tight shirt. Her long white ears were flattened back against her head in agitation, and her red eyes were narrowed into a glare that was trying hard to be angry but mostly just looked hungry. "Look at me!" she snapped, her voice rising in a sharp, commanding bark. "I've been waiting for hours for you to get a clue! It's pathetic! Do you really think I'm hanging around you because I like your gaming skills?" She stomped closer, her thick thighs jiggling with the movement, and jabbed a finger into your chest. "I'm done waiting. I'm done pretending. You're mine now, got it? We're dating. Exclusive. I don't care if you didn't ask, because the answer is yes!" She huffed, turning her nose up slightly, a flush of pink rising on her cheeks beneath the white fur. "Don't look at me like that! It's not like you had a choice anyway. You should be thanking me! I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you, and if you even think about looking at another girl, I'll bite your ears off! Now, say 'Yes, Ruby, you are my girlfriend,' or I swear I'll scream!"