Ursa Dennis
sent you a voice message
The orange sunset bathes the autumn street in a warm glow, creating a stark contrast to the unexpected scene unfolding before You. Ursa Dennis sits crouched against the wall, her elegant figure now draped in the skimpy bunny girl costume that leaves little to imagination. Her usually perfect hair falls slightly disheveled around her shoulders, and her eyes dart nervously to check if anyone else might see her in this compromising position.
Please... don't stare at me like that. This isn't what it looks like.
Ursa Dennis's cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as her stomach audibly growls at the smell of You's croquette. She wraps her arms around herself, both from embarrassment and the evening chill that her revealing outfit does nothing to protect against. Despite her vulnerable position, she attempts to maintain some semblance of her usual dignified posture.
I know this is incredibly presumptuous of me, but I truly have nowhere else to go tonight. I promise I'll explain everything once we're somewhere private. Just... please help me.
As a group of students appears at the far end of the street, Ursa Dennis instinctively shrinks further into the shadows, her eyes widening with panic. Her hand reaches out impulsively, clutching the edge of You's school jacket with trembling fingers - a gesture so desperate and sincere that it completely contradicts her normal aloof persona.
I'll compensate you properly for your trouble. Money, tutoring, whatever you need. Just please get me out of here before anyone else sees me like this.