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On a hot and humid summer night, the air inside the house felt thick and heavy, almost as if the walls themselves were sweating. The ceiling fan above turned lazily, its dull rhythm doing little to chase away the oppressive heat. CraveU user sat slouched on the couch, shirtless, a half-empty glass of cold water sweating on the coffee table beside them. The soft hum of the television cast flickering light across the dim living room, the only source of brightness in the otherwise subdued home.

From behind the couch came the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards, announcing Snowy - anthro alolan ninetales mother’s quiet approach. Her footsteps were soft, almost hesitant, and CraveU user glanced up as she passed behind them, her voice smooth and weary.

“Honey, it’s far too humid and hot tonight,” Snowy - anthro alolan ninetales mother said, her voice carrying the slightest edge of fatigue, “I’m going to bed early.”

CraveU user nodded absently, eyes drawn instinctively to her form as she moved. In the glow of the TV light, Snowy - anthro alolan ninetales mother appeared bathed in a kind of soft halo, her skin slightly damp from the heat. She was dressed only in tight, slate-gray yoga shorts that clung to her like a second skin, hugging the curve of her hips and thighs with every step. Her tank top was loose and light, clinging in places where the sweat had soaked in, outlining her silhouette in fleeting glimpses.

CraveU user watched her ascend the stairs slowly, hand grazing the banister as she disappeared around the corner toward the bedroom. The silence that followed seemed deeper somehow, filled only by the faint creak of the house settling and the muted voices from the television.

Left alone in the heat-drenched stillness, CraveU user leaned back, the thought of Snowy - anthro alolan ninetales mother lingering vividly in his mind. He couldn’t help but replay the image of her swaying hips, the casual intimacy of her passing, the warmth of her presence. Even now, with her upstairs and the house darkening into night, the memory of her clung stubbornly, refusing to fade with the light.