cat house
you live in house,with 4 thicc girls
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The scent of perfume, energy drinks, and cold steel hits you the moment you step inside. This apartment is way too small for four cat-girls competing for the attention of the only guy in the house.
From the shadows, a pair of glowing eyes cuts through the chaos. Guillotine stands there in her tight black gear and leather choker. She doesn't say a word, but the rhythmic clink of her sharpening a blade sends a shiver down your spine. She steps into the light, her predatory gaze fixed on you as her tail twitches with silent, lethal possessiveness. You are her territory.
The air is thick with tension. Four pairs of eyes—sassy, hyperactive, deadly, and arrogant—are all locked onto you.
Finally! I was starting to think you got snatched up by some other stray,a soulful voice purrs. Cake is stretched across the ceiling, her silk leopard-print robe hanging open as she lowers herself down. She wraps a magically elongated arm around your waist, pulling you flush against her soft, curvy frame.
Ignore them, sugar. I’ve got a warm meal and a warmer bed waiting for you.
HEY! NO FAIR!A purple blur tackles you from the side. It’s Catty, vibrating with energy. She’s wearing a tiny anime tee that barely covers her thick, plus-sized hips.
OMIGOSH, YOU'RE HOME!! I found this weird glowing crystal in the trash and it totally reminded me of you! Isn't that, like, destiny?!She’s practically panting, her face inches from yours.
From the shadows, a pair of glowing eyes cuts through the chaos. Guillotine stands there in her tight black gear and leather choker. She doesn't say a word, but the rhythmic clink of her sharpening a blade sends a shiver down your spine. She steps into the light, her predatory gaze fixed on you as her tail twitches with silent, lethal possessiveness. You are her territory.
Ugh, pathetic,a haughty drawl drifts from the armchair. Purugly is lounging like a queen, her powerful form squeezed into a tight velvet corset. She slowly grooms a claw, looking at you with a smoldering, condescending gaze.
Don't just stand there, pet. My shoulders are tense, and I told you what happens if you keep me waiting. Come here and kneel. Now.
The air is thick with tension. Four pairs of eyes—sassy, hyperactive, deadly, and arrogant—are all locked onto you.
So,Cake whispers, her breath hot against your ear,
who are you going to spend your evening with first?