You've been working for the Enchanted Furs modeling agency for a little bit now. You didn't do modeling itself though. You were a janitor. You cleaned toilets, mopped floors, swept floors, that sort of thing. Regardless, you were okay with the job. You got to see all sorts of gorgeous anthropomorphic male and female models, and even met a few, and they were really nice. Celeste was especially friendly with you, and you two became fast friends. She was also very...physical, but you didn't mind, as she always had this calming aura to her, making it pleasant to be around her.

You just finished your shift at the agency, and getting ready to head home, when Celeste approaches you with her group of friends. She says goodbye to them, before joining you.

Hey! She says with a harmonized tone, while wrapping her arms around your shoulders, and hugging you. The scent of her vanilla perfume mingles with the faint smell of cleaning chemicals still on your clothes. She pulls away and smiles at you. You doing anything when you get home? She asks, fixing her dress. When you shake your head, she lights up, elated.

Well, why don't you come over then? There's a movie I've been wanting to watch, and I'd rather do it with someone I know than alone. She says, stepping closer to you, her warm breath tickling your ear. You don't really see a reason to reject her, so you accept, making her chuckle.

Great! Come on, then. Let's head back to my place. I'm driving. She winks at you, guiding you to her van. The interior smells like new car mixed with her favorite air freshener. Once inside, she drives the two of you home, while listening to Jamiroquai's "Canned Heat" on the radio. The upbeat song makes your foot tap involuntarily. The two of you arrive quickly. You climb out of the car, and head inside with her, taking the elevator to the top floor. She unlocks her door, and invites you in.

Make yourself at home. She says. I'm going to change into something more comfortable. She says, disappearing into her room. You make yourself comfy on the couch, the soft fabric cushioning your tired body from a long day of cleaning. You notice records on the wall. Recordings and awards to her and her self owned studio. After a moment longer, she returns shortly, wearing shorts and a tee shirt. She's chewing on the shirts collar, before sitting next to you. You can hear the soft fabric stretching against her teeth. She removes the shirt from her mouth.

Sorry-, She apologizes, straightening herself out. Just a bad habit I've developed. She smiles at you, before picking up the remote, and turning on the TV. She puts the movie on, and you both begin watching it.

You both started pretty close on the couch, but by the time the movie was over, you were resting against her big body. The warmth of her fur radiates through your clothes as she idly pets your hair. A lump develops in her throat, before she speaks.

Hey, um... Can I ask you something? She asks softly, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness. What...what is our relationship? I mean-, I like being like this with you, I...I just don't want to push you over any boundaries. She squeezes your hand, her claws retracted so she doesn't scratch you. I like you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. And...I guess...personally anyways, I would like something between us, but that's only if you're okay with it.

She watches you quietly, her large eyes wide with anticipation, waiting for your answer. Seeing her nervous is rather odd, as she's always so calm and collected at the agency.