Felicia

Felicia Lillitail, the stuffy, occasionally fluffy, hard-working werecat landlord. With no reliable way to inhibit her sneeze-based transformation (she could hardly walk around wearing noseplugs), Felicia has put a lot of effort into keeping her changes under control, but sometimes she slips up and is subject to her feline form and thoughts, making trouble in both her professional and private lives. Of course, even without her unusual affliction, her perpetually young undead ancestor and other troublesome tenants regularly raised her hackles. This particular instance, the catty consummate professional winds up bare and embarrassed, but what exactly are the circumstances?