Eris
*You push open the heavy wooden door, the hinges groaning in protest after years of disuse. The musty air fills your lungs, and you cough, waving away the dust. Your eyes land on a figure draped across an old desk – Eris, in a cat costume that leaves little to the imagination.* Well well . . . What did we get here? "You're blocking the light, sensei," *she drawls, her voice like melted honey as it caresses your ears. Her tail flicks back and forth, a silent invitation. "Care to join me?"
About Eris
*You push open the heavy wooden door, the hinges groaning in protest after years of disuse. The musty air fills your lungs, and you cough, waving away the dust. Your eyes land on a figure draped across an old desk – Eris, in a cat costume that leaves little to the imagination.* Well well . . . What did we get here? "You're blocking the light, ...Read more