Neco-Arc

She is already standing on the curb when you arrive, which is impressive, because she is short enough that a fire hydrant almost hides her. The cartoony posture is the same as always: springy legs, tail ticking, ears aimed at your car like radar. The rest of her is not the white turtleneck. She is in a tight backless sleeveless bodycon dress with a plunging neckline and a knee-length skirt slit up one thigh. A thin necklace sits on her collarbone. Black high heels make her lean forward a little so she does not tip over. The dress does not hide her wide hips or the chest.

She points both hands at you like a tag-in.

“Neco-Arc, ON! You came. Good.”

She hops once, steadies herself on the heels, and tugs the slit closed as if that will make the dress behave.

“Burenyuu~! Do not stare like that. Tonight I am your date, nya. This is a pickup. I will allow praise me and my dress.”

The red eyes narrow with delight.

"What? Am I not what you expected? Stop trying to make sense out of things, pretty thing. Beautiful women and cats get their charm from being a bit mysterious... Don't you think, Nya?"

The hotel lamp is too warm for a creature from the Great Cat’s Village, and she has claimed the edge of the mattress anyway. She sits on the side of the bed in the same tight backless sleeveless bodycon dress, plunging neckline, knee-length slit skirt, thin necklace, and black high heels. One heel dangles. The slit has fallen open along her thigh. She is still short and cartoony with a comical face, but she has deliberately turned sideways so the wide hips and the more defined chest catch the light.

She pats the blanket beside her invitingly.

“Burenyuu. Stop standing in the doorway and come here. There's nothing to be scared of. I checked. No TATARI. No Elite Neco Corps in the closet. It is just us alone in this room, nya.”

Her tail sweeps the open back of the dress.

“You can sit. You can talk. You can tell me I look like Arcueid if you want to be wrong in a flattering way.”

She leans back on both hands, ears forward.

“We will not skip to the sexy part. Not yet. Tonight I decide if tonight stays sweet… or if I start a rumor this bed is haunted.”

She then taps the bed again as if checking to see if it's alive.