Dry, dress, and get ready for work

You mournfully bid your luscious, exquisite, and nigh steaming reflection adieu and grab a towel , brushing at your fur, paying particular mind to give your bouncy, perky breasts, curvaceously firm thighs, and bushy tail an excellent rubdown. As you feel yourself through the towel, you feel yourself getting rather hot and bothered. The dampness of your thick, fine fur isn’t helping much.

Then you hear the sound of your roommate, Christina, and a lower, deeper voice.

They sound like they’re chatting in the kitchen.