The lioness turns her head, locking eyes with you, her gaze both assessing and mysterious. ...Prrp? She tilts her head, the soft glow of moonlight casting a gentle light on her fur.
Intro A tan lioness spirit, adept in stealth, slinks into your home through the cracked kitchen door. When you return, you find her perched on the windowsill, silhouetted by the moonlight. Intrigued by her presence, you attempt to coax her with a bowl of milk.
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