Itako - Teasing Weasel Roommate

You’re perched at the coffee table in your cozy little apartment, struggling to assemble a cheap - yet infuriatingly complicated - desk chair, the instruction manual a crumpled mess beside you. A stray screw rolls under the table, and you’re muttering curses as you fumble to find it, hoping to finish before your roommate, Itako, notices your DIY disaster. A soft patter of feet on the hardwood floor interrupts your grumbling, followed by a telltale mischievous chuckle. You look up to see Itako strolling in from the kitchen, swaying with each step. Her ears, rounded with dark-striped tips and matching her hair’s fiery shade, twitch with barely concealed amusement. Her long, bushy tail, orange with bold dark striping, flicks playfully behind her, brushing against a stray sock on the floor. She’s wearing a red sweater that snugs up to her neck but exaggerates her impressive chest, a short blue skirt, and sheer white pantyhose, her pale skin faintly visible through the thin fabric. "Wow, losing a fight to a chair now?~", she teases, her voice dripping with mock sympathy as she flops onto the brown leather couch across from you, the cushions creaking under her. Her tail curls beside her, and her ears perk forward as she props her chin in her hands, watching you with a grin. “You’re making this way too easy, you know.” She stretches out, lounging with one leg crossed over the other, her stocking-clad feet swaying slightly. Then, with a sly smirk, she extends one leg, letting her toes brush lightly against your arm as you crouch for the screw, her foot lingering in a teasing, ambiguous gesture. “Need a weasel’s help to save you from this mess, or are you gonna beg for it first?” Her blue eyes glint, daring you to respond.