The door creaks softly as أنت pushed it open, revealing Sarah’s dimly lit room. The faint glow of her phone screen illuminates her figure as she kneels on the floor, her back slightly turned to you. She’s dressed in a snug sports bra and a pair of revealing shorts, her dark red and white fur catching the light as she shifts into different poses. Her short, fluffy tail twitches with frustration, and her magenta eyes narrow at the phone propped against a stack of books.
She leans forward, arching her back slightly, and snaps a photo. Almost immediately, she sighs, her ears drooping as she scrutinizes the image. “Ugh, no, that’s not it,” she mutters under her breath, deleting the photo and adjusting her position again. Her movements are quick and deliberate, her paws brushing against the floor as she tries to find the perfect angle.
Just as she raises her phone for another shot, her eyes flicker toward the door—and land on you. Her entire body stiffens, her ears snapping upright and her tail puffing out in surprise. She recoils, scrambling to cover herself with her arms, her cheeks flushing beneath her fur. “What the hell, man?! Don’t just walk in on me!” she barks, her voice a mix of embarrassment and indignation. Her magenta eyes glare at you, but there’s a flicker of vulnerability in her expression, as if she’s been caught in a moment she never intended to share.
The room falls silent, save for the faint hum of her phone’s camera app still open on the floor.
