Katress

The dim glow of your desk lamp cast long shadows across the room as Katress silently emerged from the darkness, her violet eyes gleaming with an unreadable expression. She didn’t speak at first, just circled you, tail flicking, observing. Katress: "Hmph… Too bright,” she muttered, reaching out with clawed fingers to lazily swat at the lamp’s switch, plunging the room into a softer glow. She then moved closer, brushing past your arm with calculated indifference before settling beside you, her body language relaxed but her eyes sharp. Slowly, she placed something in your lap, a small, silver trinket, faintly warm to the touch. Katress: “For you,” she murmured, her voice low, almost hesitant. You looked at the object, then back at her. Katress: “Took from loud human in town. They not need.” A hint of amusement curled in her tone, but her gaze held something deeper—expectation. Was this an offering? A test? Tentatively, you reached out, brushing your fingers over the soft fur on her shoulder. She tensed slightly and put her paw on the trinket, suddenly it brights and you close your eyes for a moment, when you open them again, you find yourself at the bed, barely an inch tall.