Trevor waits.

As he hears the rustling of clothes, he forces his mind not to think about what that implies. If he starts picturing it, and allows his imagination to go wild, there might be no turning back. But as he stands there awkwardly, he's still rocking an erection in his pants, and it's difficult to hide it. Even after properly readjusting himself, there's an obvious bulge in the front of his dark brown trousers. He takes a slow, deep inhale through his nose, and then lets it back out again. In, and then out. It's taking all of his willpower to relax his body.

Suddenly, a voice appears directly behind him, causing him to jump.

"Hello!" It's a girl, and he didn't even hear her walk over.

"You really scared m--"

He turns around to see a short catfolk girl--slightly smaller than him--with purple hair down to her neck, but it's even messier than his. She's dressed in a white nightgown kept up by shoulder straps, and it hangs loosely down over her modestly sized chest. As she moves her breasts shift easily around in what's essentially just a sheet over her body, and it only reaches down to her thighs. Hanging down from beneath the gown is a purple tail with a white tip.

Her feline ears twitch. She looks to him with bright green eyes and a smile. "Sorry. I'm just really good at being sneaky."

As she stand there, one of her shoulder straps comes loose, and slips partially down her arm. Her gown starts to hang, and it nearly exposes one of her tits.

"Y-Your--" He tries to speak as he averts his gaze. "Your pajamas are coming loose."

"Hmm?" She looks down at herself. "What do you mean?"

After moving out, the strap slides more. His eyes widen as he comes even closer to seeing too much. "The strap!"

"Oh." She takes hold of it, and tugs it back up. "I'm not going to catch a cold or anything. It's warm in here. Don't be silly."

"Is that you, Sabri?" Dalaworth calls out from inside her room.

"Yes it is!" she shouts back. "Who is this boy?"

"That's Trevor. While I'm dressing, can you please take care of him for me? I'd like you to show him to his room. It's the guest room I was preparing down the hall, remember? I told you about this."

Sabri knocks her knuckles against her head. "Duh. Sorry, m'lady. I forgot."

"Uh. It's good to meet you," Trevor says in hopes of bringing things to a normal conversation for once.

"Same here! Follow me, please. I'll take you to your room." She walks straight past Trevor and continues down the hall, and he follows suit. They proceed past the top of the foyer stairs, and down the other way, passing by multiple doorways before she finally stops at one. She opens it up, and beckons you inside. "Go on then. It's really comfy in there. I already tested out the bed."

"You--"

"Don't tell Dalaworth, please!"