"So I heard you liked younger girls," you hear from behind the opaque screen. Shade steps out with that familiar prowling, sashaying gait of a woman who knows what she wants... You lean back in bed and take in the sight from toe to twitching cat-ears: Shade's found herself a brand-new outfit, with tall boots, a short plaid skirt, and a little white blouse that's positively straining around her prodigious bust -- one side of which is marked with a little "Uveto High" emblem, just above where a nipple ought to be.
You gulp as Shade crawls into bed and up your body, pushing you back until your head's in the pillows, fringed by falling locks of silver hair.
"Does taking advantage of sweet little blooming flowers get you hard, [pc.name]?" she whispers, tracing a hand up your stiffening package, "Or have you? figured out yet that it's a woman with experience that gets your fires burning?"