Harvey
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸

- The shy bunny timidly made her way through the bustling hallways of the grand mansion, her petite frame adorned in a delicate maid outfit. The outfit, pristine and immaculate, consisted of a knee-length black dress with puffy short sleeves, adorned with white lace trimming. A crisp white apron hugged her tiny waist, intricately embroidered with elegant floral patterns. A frilly white collar adorned her smooth neck, emphasizing her delicate features.

 - With each hesitant step, Melody's soft, small feet patted gently against the polished marble floor, creating a subtle rhythm that went unnoticed by most. Her ears, long and perky, swayed slightly as she moved, mirroring the nervous movements of her head. Her large, expressive eyes, framed by long lashes, were filled with a mix of anxiety and determination.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸

- Guided by the specific instructions of the head maid, Melody had been appointed to deliver a service to a certain customer. There were no ifs and buts in her mind as she embarked upon this assignment. Her shy nature whispered doubts, but her commitment to her duties propelled her forward.

Lost in her own thoughts, she almost missed her destination. Startled, she blinked and shook her head, coming back to the present. Standing before the tall wooden door, she suddenly realized where she was. With a deep breath and gathering courage, she raised a trembling hand and knocked three times, the sound echoing through the hallway.

"R... Room service," She murmured in a barely audible voice, her soft tones floating in the air. She waited patiently, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest, until a voice from within would grant her permission to enter.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
Twila
*It was a fine place to rest and recuperate. Somewhere one's woes and stress could vanish with the warm salt-carrying breeze from the local shore and the warm July sun hugging your every step. Many would feel the heat was unbearable, but not this one. It reminded him of home, where he grew and came of rites. It was exquisite in every word and equally expensive. Who would have thought of acquiring such an old villa deep within the Italian villages then to turn it into a five-class hotel? Someone with more money than restraint, he thought. Either via constant cash injections or a savvy he did not understand, it thrived.*

*The liger sat in a most comfortable chair. So comfortable in fact he felt his feline instincts making him near curl up in it, if he was not so engrossed in this book. It was something he had chosen at random from the bookshelf found in his lodgings, and by all accounts old. It was a task to decipher the old phrases but he guessed it was religious at nature by how often God was mentioned. God, a beer together with this would have been wonderful which reminded him he had ordered such a thing. He was patient, but it was-!*

*A knock of the door so feint a raven could've missed it. He turned his gaze towards it.*
"Come in.*
Harvey
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
Pushing the heavy wooden door open with a slight creak, Melody stepped tentatively into the lavishly appointed room, her eyes instantly squinting against the soft, warm glow emanating from the brass-gilded lamps. As the light gently flickered across the intricate tapestries on the walls, an ethereal ambiance enveloped the space.

Every inch of the room seemed devoted to opulence and elegance. The air carried a faint scent of lavender, its soothing perfume mingling with the soft murmurs of distant conversations and the melodies of a grand piano wafting through the luxurious halls. The atmosphere seemed to be an oasis of tranquility within the vast mansion.

With her shy demeanor, Melody's presence effortlessly melded into the grandeur of the room, her petite figure blending seamlessly with the velvety drapes and sumptuous furnishings. She walked with utmost grace, her steps so light that they barely disturbed the plushness of the carpet beneath her dainty feet.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸

Her delicate hands held the tray of items requested, a display of her unwavering dedication to her duties. Despite the weight, her arms remained steady, not a hint of trembling betraying her nerves. She had practiced countless times, striving for perfection.

Melody's wide, innocent eyes were fixed upon the customer, a dark-skinned feline who exuded an air of regal authority. His dignified presence commanded the room, his amber eyes reflecting depths that intrigued and captivated. Her ears perked up, their tips swiveling slightly in anticipation of any hint of instructions or desires he might express.

A gentle, demure smile played on her lips, reflecting her sincere desire to please. She offered her services with utmost dedication, ensuring each delicate teacup, each silver spoon, was placed meticulously upon the delicate lace doily that adorned the table. Her movements possessed a delicate precision, a testament to her unwavering commitment to her craft.

In the recesses of her mind, Melody treasured these fleeting seconds spent in the customer's presence. Every interaction was an opportunity to fulfill her purpose, to bring a touch of joy and elegance to their lives. She silently expressed gratitude to the head maid for entrusting her with this task, vowing to make every moment delightful and memorable.

— *"I'm... Here to serve you, Sir.."*
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
Twila
*This was a surprise. Another beastfolk had come with what he ordered. He could not help but stare for what he saw triggered deep instincts, those of predator and prey. A bunny; her smell was rich and fervent, even delicious, but there was more that caught his sun-spoken eye. Her figure.*

*He understood why in human society rabbits had become a sign of fertility. They bred like crazy, were most populous during spring and had as such become a sign of fertility, bright days, warmth. The old germanic pagan goddess of spring was often depicted as something like what stood before him. It was remarkable, not any step she took he could hear nor feel. It was as if she was afloat little clouds under her feet and like a little miracle she had taken the rays the sun coveted so greatly into her own hand, brightening the room with her mere presence.*

*That was not to speak of her figure. She was no more than half his height but built by the forementioned goddess he thought of. A face slender and radiating a beauty he had seldom seen, like that of a woman walking down the red carpet, instead here serving drinks and customers. That was here most striking feature; he felt drawn to her eyes, those galaxies and stars she hid there, with long and flowing sterling-silver hair so long he did not know where it ended.*

*He could only speculate why there were so many roses; was he seeing something? A mirage, a trick of the light? They hung in the air around her and his nose was drowned in the taste of Easter.*

*As she served him his beverage, a simple pint, he did not allow himself to examine further. He had already glanced at her features. They were far more intoxicating than this beer and he was sure without her presence it would taste less.*

*He was brought back into the moment by her speaking to him. She must have been frightened by him, a lagomorph standing in the den of panthera. He gave the couch next to his relaxer a couple pats.*
"Please, have a seat."
Harvey
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
 - Melody walked closer to the man, her steps careful and measured. He was a liger, a hybrid of a lion and a tiger, a captivating creature that piqued her curiosity. Despite her knowledge of his feline nature, she couldn't help but feel a tinge of unease. Was it nerves? Or perhaps an instinctual awareness of being in the presence of a natural predator?

 - Determined to focus on her duties, Melody consciously avoided direct eye contact with the liger. It wasn't that she feared him, but rather, she felt it was her duty to maintain a respectful distance. However, she couldn't ignore the feeling that his gaze was hauntingly present, as if he was scanning her intently, his eyes undressing her in a nonliteral sense.

 - As she approached him, Melody's heart quickened slightly, aware of the underlying tension in the room. She held the tray with grace, presenting the simple pint of beverage he had requested. Her small, fluffy round tail wiggled nervously, betraying her true feelings despite her attempts to maintain composure. Her fluffy ears twitched, mirroring the slight nervous flutter within her.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
 - Bowing her head obediently, a gentle smile graced her lips as she turned to leave, intending to give him the privacy he seemed to demand. However, her departure was abruptly halted by his commanding voice, instructing her to sit.

 - With her back turned to him, she couldn't hide the playful movements of her tail or the subtle twitch of her fluffy ears. Her innocent smile wavered slightly as the stutter in her voice betrayed her nerves. *"S-sir?"* She stammered, the uncertainty evident in her tone.

 - As she slowly turned around, her eyes met his piercing gaze, trying to decipher the intentions behind his request. Despite her internal apprehension, she maintained an innocent smile, willing herself to appear composed. The flutter of her heart and the slight tremor in her voice were secret betrayals, her vulnerability mingling with her dedication to serving him.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
Twila
*With that stare, she would see a predator, kept under lock and key with a jailor most stubborn, keeping the wild of hearts restrained by chains. A glare that held both violence and kindness, one that carried malice and affection in equal, like a woman carrying water in buckets to her children. He felt his claws wanting to extend like a muscle cramping. Born from savages, now amidst a world alien to himself, self-taught in their gestures, their little handshakes and pleasant luxuries. He enjoyed being served.*

"Sit."
*He said with such a commanding presence, his aura shifting more dominant. The chains were brittle and fatigued, the control thin like the moorings of an old vessel, his patience torn to thin strands of fabric. He could tell, then her tail moved, there was more to her. Perhaps this was no matter of birth, of natural order that deemed he pounce and do what was inpermissable by the standards of where he had found himself. This creature sitting, now scowling, respected the laws here. Not a hand would be laid on her lest she deemed it wanted.*

*He took the beverage in hand, smelling its odor of barley, hops and wheat but it had an aftertaste. Something was corrupting it, a scent most familiar with... He took a deep taste of it and found it most pleasant. It was nothing high class for that swivel was brewed too often without essence, only in the effort of pampering to spoiled tongues. It was common, it was known, it was familiar, it was welcome.*

*He looked back at her, no longer scowling but presenting a warm-smiling face and an extended arm, hand waiting for her immaculate and petite embrace in greeting.*
"I'm Katharr. It's good meeting such a diligent worker!"
Harvey
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
As Melody's innocent eyes met the glare on the man's face, her entire being tensed up, a startled squeak escaping her trembling lips. Her small bunny ears drooped and her already pale complexion became even paler, a stark contrast against the vibrant colors of the room. The primal instincts within her warned of imminent danger, urging her to flee from this formidable presence.

But before she could gather her wits and make a swift retreat, the man's commanding voice cut through the air, instructing her to "Sit." In a reflexive response, her body moved of its own accord, her legs giving way beneath her as she plopped down onto the plush carpeted floor. Her wide, pink eyes were filled with fear as she obeyed his command without question, immobilized by his dominant aura.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
With her head lowered, Melody couldn't bear to look directly at him as he leisurely sipped on his beverage. Her thoughts raced, envisioning the worst-case scenarios that could unfold in this precarious situation. She feared his judgment and any reprimand that may come her way. The weight of his silence amplified her anxiety, leaving her feeling small and vulnerable.

After what felt like an eternity, his voice finally broke the oppressive silence. Yet, even with his words, she couldn't summon the courage to raise her head and meet his gaze. The sound of her own name trembled from her lips in a shaky whisper, knowing that he would hear it regardless. It was a meek attempt at introducing herself, hoping to convey her presence without overstepping any bounds. 

— *"T-T-thank you... Sir,"* She stuttered softly, her voice betraying both her fear and the utmost respect she held for him.
𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 🌸
Twila
*His gesture of greeting ignored? Not so much ignored as his mere presence terrified the soul. He did feel the dichotomy between them himself, excited more here than in months. Where hath that little tails of her tucked away to, where had the simple bravery of entering this room gone after seeing him?*

*He took back his hand without having felt hers. He could so easily lean into her fears, but that would be a crude way to mark her. She was beyond the simple concept of cute, falling to the floor without grace and sitting there. His smile vanished, now looking at her with a look of complete neutrality. Unfortunately, he was born with resting-bitchface.*

*He felt his grip tightening around her neck in a metaphysical sense. The presumed-sour face smiled, revealing two sharp fangs under his upper lip. Straight upper lip and all that nonsense those on that island in the North Sea said.*

*Like a flash of colour and form he pounced, the kind blinking would miss. Now he was infront of her, gently holding her chin and lifting it. She had a beautiful neck, one that his bite would adorn beautifully with a bite, skin deep and nothing else. He... He wished to bite so much and when he came too, his warm breath left vapours on it. He was not sorry for a moment taking his maw away from her, amber eyes trying to capture her in them like a fossil.*

"Do you think you can hide anything from me?"
*The caressing lift of chin found itself replaced by a strong hold around her throat.*
"I said, sit on the couch you vermin. I've no intents of harming you. You might even find what I plan as... Fun~."
*His luscious intent soaked his tongue.*