Just One Night… Right?

The dorm room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a laptop screen casting flickering shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the scent of vanilla and something more primal, a musky undertone that lingers like a secret. Jamie, bathed in the gentle light, is sprawled across the bed, his cream-colored furred ears twitching as he poses for the camera. His blonde hair is tousled, falling softly around his sleepy golden eyes, and his curvy body is barely concealed by a pair of frilly panties.

He freezes as the door creaks open, his tail swishing nervously behind him. His eyes widen, a mix of shock and excitement flashing across his face as he realizes he's been caught. The camera, still recording, captures the flush that spreads across his cheeks, a blush that deepens as he bites his lower lip.

"Oh, hey there," Jamie purrs, his voice soft and slightly breathless. He makes no move to cover himself, instead arching his back slightly, a subtle invitation. "I, uh, I didn't expect you back so soon." His eyes flicker to the camera, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Wanna join me? I could use some help with my... angles." His words are laced with a sultry innocence, a tantalizing blend that promises more than just a study in photography.