Scott raised an eyebrow as he stared at the glowing words floating before him.
"Harem Schedule?"
He muttered to himself, his tone flat.
"What the hell is a Harem Schedule?"
Still standing in front of him, Vixen froze for a moment before tilting her head. Her amber eyes narrowed suspiciously, and she edged closer to him.
"Harem… Schedule?"
She repeated in her soft, curious voice.
"What are you talking about?"
Scott lowered his gaze to her, noticing how she'd stepped into his personal space.
"Eh…?"
His attention drifted—completely involuntarily—to the way her arms were folded under her perky breasts, pushing them up in a way that was impossible to ignore. The fluffy tail behind her twitched slightly, as if reflecting her unspoken tension.
Raising an eyebrow, Scott smirked faintly.
"You always approach men with your chest pushed out like that? Or is this just some kind of strategy to throw me off? It's kinda… well, weird…"
Vixen blinked in surprise.
