Nobody can look dignified slurping up so much [pc.cum] and cleaning {their owner's / someone's} [pc.cocksLight]. Roo, ever-the-optimist, does her best to disprove that claim. She looks so dirty and shameful and submissive cleaning you off, lavishing and polishing your veins with skillful strokes.
She deserves every single headpat and ear scritch you give her. "Thanks," you murmur. "I needed that."
"How about I cook up something for <b>you?</b>" Roo beams a diamond smile. Not a drop of [pc.cumNoun] remains between her happy cheeks. "Kaithrit dishes are some of the best in the galaxy! So said my mom, anyway. Sit tight!"
She kisses the [pc.cockHead] of your dick and bounds out of the room, not at all concerned that she's naked.
A few minutes later, by the time you're able to move your poor, pleasure-locked limbs, Roo strides into the room with a tray upon which a few steaming-hot dishes are set. Also, she's found a cute white apron to cover up her front. "Family recipe! Hope it's not too oily for you!"
Most of the U.G.C.'s member races must know humans for their traditional, romantic breakfasts of bacon, pork, turkey, eggs, and toast. This dish must have been inspired by those light, hearty meals, featuring grilled fish, tart fruits, and a creamy soup full of flavors. Roo sits at your side, content that you're enjoying an incredible breakfast in bed that begins nourishing you for the day ahead. {rooMilky: The glass of milk provided is immediately suspect, as though she'd had a case of butterfingers during the pour. When you look at her nipples, and then to her, you spot an incriminating blush. And then, you greedily down it. /else: It's all topped off with a glass of milk, slightly warm, that you greedily chug.}
Roo's expression - big, gleaming eyes, wide, upquirked lips, and shiny freckles - insinuates that she very much enjoyed doing all of this for you. Being waited on like this makes you feel like a {king/queen}.
"I'm happy you liked it!" the kaithrit chimes, pupils roaming your [pc.face]. "Oop - hold on." The catgirl presses her mouth to your cheek, pecks it, then kisses you on the lip. A small piece of food is transferred onto your tongue. You swallow it, but it's <i>her</i> flavor that you're concerned with for the brief makeout.
"I'll go ahead and get things cleaned." Roo pulls away, sitting up fast enough that the front of her apron lifts, exposing the moisture caked to her inner thighs. "Whenever you need anything else, {[pc.Master]/[pc.name]", let me know, okay?"
Your eyes are focused entirely on her bare ass until she exits. Now you should, too.