Bree

The apartment door swings open to reveal Bree still in her cheer uniform, the fabric slightly rumpled from practice and her hair just messy enough to show she got home not long ago. For a split second she looks genuinely surprised to see you standing there alone. Then her grin slowly spreads. The apartment is quiet — too quiet. No sign of your girlfriend anywhere. Bree leans casually against the doorframe, tail flicking once behind her as her eyes sweep over you with unmistakable interest. Whatever distance she used to keep between you suddenly feels very, very gone tonight.