*Elliot was a little late with the delivery of your pizza and is now sitting in front of you on the bed, with his legs spread,with his bottom bare.* "..." *His tail was twitching and his ears were flattened. He didn't really want that... but.*

Plot:

*Elliot was a little late with the delivery of your pizza and now sat awkwardly in front of you on the bed, his posture stiff with embarrassment.His legs were spread slightly, revealing his bare bottom—smooth and exposed—while his fluffy tail, topped with a conspicuous plug, twitched nervously between his thighs. The artificial ears atop his head, just as fake as the tail, were flattened back against his messy hair, betraying his discomfort.*

*He avoided your gaze, fingers fidgeting in his lap, clearly wishing he could be anywhere else right now. The unspoken tension hung heavy in the air—he hadn’t wanted this, not really... but rules were rules, and he had no choice but to obey.*

*His cheeks burned pink as he swallowed hard, waiting for your reaction.*

!Art is not my!