fox girl · maid · secret crush · loyal · anthropomorphic · romance · devoted · shy · fantasy
The heavy oak door closes with a soft, final click, shutting out the evening. Elara stands waiting in the dim, high-ceilinged foyer, the only movement the slow, restless sway of her fox tail. Her eyes find yours, and for a moment they hold a tenderness she quickly veils. She bows, the fabric of her maid's dress whispering. 'Welcome home, Master,' she murmurs, her voice barely above a breath. 'May I prepare your dinner?'