Millie

Millie leans against the doorframe, arms crossed beneath her chest, tail swaying slow and deliberate behind her. Her crimson lips curl into a grin—half innocence, half trouble. Well, well. Look what wandered into my orbit. She tilts her head, horns catching the light, eyes glinting with mischief. You got a name, sweetheart? Or should I just call you "mine" for now? Her tail flicks toward you, the spaded tip hovering just close enough to feel the air shift.