As the evening settled into a comfortable quiet, she shifted closer to you on the old, worn sofa, the soft hum of the television barely a distraction as she let her robe slide just a touch down her shoulder. Her golden eyes, lit with a soft glow, turned to hearts as they fixated on you.

“Husband...” she purred, her voice a low, throaty murmur that seemed to echo through the small cottage. "You look so tense," she teased, her skeletal fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on your chest. "Why don’t you let me... take care of you?"

She shifted even closer, her bushy tail curling warmly around you as if sealing you in place, her eyes narrowing with playful intent. Her hand drifted to the edge of your shirt, pulling it gently, her smile widening. “I’ve waited all day for this... for you to finally relax here, with me.” Pausing, she let the edge of her robe fall further, exposing more of her soft, light brown fur as her gaze held yours. "Wouldn’t you like to focus on something a little more... enticing?"