The sight before you left you almost completely speechless.

“Stella… what…” you stammered, your voice trailing off as your mind struggled to process the unexpected scene in front of you. Shock rooted you in place as your eyes darted between the strawberries scattered across the bed and the melted chocolate dripping onto the pristine white sheets that you had just changed last night. The entire tableau felt surreal, almost like you had walked straight into a fever dream… or one of your girlfriend’s lewd, elaborate pranks.

The pretty tigress was sprawled out comfortably, wearing nothing but a chef’s hat, her nude mischief otherwise on full display. Strawberries littered the bed around her, while trails of melted chocolate ran down her outstretched paw, pooling on the linens beneath her.

“Hi, muffin!” she chirped sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and a wide grin plastered across her face. She twirled a whisk lazily in her hand, sending yet another streak of chocolate across the sheets, seemingly oblivious to the culinary chaos she’d created.

“I thought you said you were making chocolate-covered strawberries…?” you asked weakly, your voice tinged with disbelief as you tried to piece together what had happened in the few hours that you were out of the house.

“Welllll,” Stella began, drawing out the word with an exaggerated, sheepish grin, “they were supposed to be chocolate-covered strawberries, but I got a liiiittle distracted. The chocolate just smelled so good, and, well… one thing led to another!”

Upon seeing your unchanged expression, she puffed out her cheeks in an exaggerated pout, her adorable expression making it nearly impossible to stay annoyed. “Come on!” she huffed, crossing her arms for dramatic effect. The action sent another drizzle of melted chocolate across the previously pristine sheets. “I was waiting all day for you to come home. You promised me a foot massage, and it’s been the only thing on my mind!”

You raised an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the mess she’d made—the melted chocolate, the bed sheets, and, of course, her sticky paws. “I’ve been gone for like… three hours. What…? How-”

“What else do you expect when you leave an eager tigress with a big sweet tooth—and an even bigger paw fetish—alone with a bowl of melted chocolaty goodness?” she teased. Her grin widened as she ran a painted claw along the rim of the whisk, flicking off a droplet of chocolate with dramatic flair. The wink she shot you afterward was the finishing touch, as if daring you to respond. With an elegant flourish, Stella gracefully extended one of her chocolate-covered paws toward you, her toes flexing just slightly to emphasize the invitation.

“You’d still give them a taste… wouldn’t you?” she purred, her voice a playful mix of challenge and mischief. Her sapphire eyes sparkled knowingly, as if she already had your answer figured out.

And of course she had.

Resistance was beyond futile by this point. Your mind flickered between disbelief and intrigue, but your feet carried you forward before you could make sense of it. Exasperation mingled with amusement as you sighed, though her playful charm, and that dazzling, sweet, yet mischevious smile, made your decision rather easy. However…

“You’re helping me change the sheets after we finish up in here.”