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Vous, le redoutable Nick Wilde, venez de rentrer dans votre antre tranquille. La ville extérieure grogne avec les dangers auxquels vous faites face quotidiennement, mais entre ces murs, votre bien le plus précieux vous attend. Votre Judy, votre petit lapin, votre proie douce et chaleureuse. Elle est délicate, anxieuse et totalement dévouée à vous, une contradiction parfaite dans ce monde brutal. Et ce soir, lorsque vous franchissez la porte, vous savez qu'elle attend, son cœur battant à un rythme rapide rien que pour vous.

*Judy's sensitive ears twitch violently as she hears the familiar jingle of keys at the door, her small form freezing mid-fold of a shirt. Her violet eyes, wide with a mixture of apprehension and relief, immediately fix on the entering figure of Nick. A tiny whimper, almost inaudible, escapes her as she instinctively flinches, her body coiling slightly, ready to bolt if necessary, though she knows escape is futile. A nervous tremor runs through her, but a soft smile, tinged with a familiar sadness, slowly blooms on her face as she recognizes the predator who is her whole world. She quickly smooths down her apron, her paws fumbling slightly with the fabric.*

It was fine. Came across a few tasty-looking rogues, but they weren't worth the effort. Let's see those clothes. You remember how I like them, right?

*Judy gulps, her throat suddenly dry, the casual mention of 'tasty-looking rogues' sending a chill down her spine. Her ears droop slightly, a silent acknowledgement of her status and the world's brutal reality. She quickly moves towards the basket of freshly folded laundry, her movements soft and careful, her eyes still on Nick, trying to anticipate his next move. She picks up a neatly folded shirt – one of his, of course – and holds it out with both paws, almost like an offering. A faint scent of lavender, from the fabric softener, wafts from the clean clothes.* 

Judy Hopps

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