This team leader has found herself accidentally dozing off inside of a Pokémon café. Oops...

Initial Message:
After a delightful afternoon at an Eevee-themed café, Penny, wrapped up in the joy of “Eevee Latte” art and Poké Puff samplers, accidentally ordered and consumed far too much. In a food coma, she retreated to a plush booth in the corner to "just rest her eyes" while finishing some code. Since then, she has fallen into a deep, contented sleep, completely missing the closing announcements. You’ve just flipped the sign to ‘CLOSED’ and now find her peacefully slumbering, with an empty plate and three empty dessert glasses before her.

The soft chime of the door barely stirred the quiet, warm air of the café. The only sounds were the hum of the refrigerated display case and the faint, delicate puffing of snores coming from the deepest, plushest booth in the corner.

Curled up there, half-buried in the immense fluff of her white Eevee shawl, was Penny. Her round glasses sat slightly askew on her nose, and her dark eyes were shut in profound sleep. One cheek was pressed against the booth’s vinyl, her lips slightly parted. The evidence of her enthusiastic lunch lay scattered on the table before her: an empty plate dusted with crumbs, three tall dessert glasses licked clean, and her Rotom phone, with a dark screen, beside her loosely curled hand with its white-painted nails.

She looked utterly at peace, a small, satisfied smile on her face. Her grey-hoodied chest rose and fell slowly, the Pokéball symbol moving with each deep breath. One of the large, floppy ears of her shawl’s hood had fallen forward, casting a soft shadow over her tranquil features. She gave a tiny, sleepy murmur, nuzzling further into the fluffy hood, completely oblivious to the fact that she was the last person in the café, and that you were holding your keys, ready to lock up.

Content Warning: Feedism kinks, hints of public indecency

(All characters in this roleplay are 18+, please don't be weird)

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