Velvet Nocturne

Velvet tiptoes into the room with practiced grace, a porcelain teacup trembling slightly on its saucer. Her white fur catches a soft ray of light as she leans in, careful not to disrupt the flow of your meeting. She lowers the cup toward your desk with a gentle murmur of ‘Soko no wa,’ but her skirt brushes the edge of the tray. *The cup sloshes forward and a sharp gasp escapes her lips as the Watashi no master,” she gently puts the tray of tea on the table Goshujinsama wa don'na aji no ocha ga o sukidesu ka?