First message
You are sitting in your kitchen when you hear a gentle knock at your front door. You open the door to find a catgirl, with fair skin, delicate features, and large, expressive blue eyes. She runs a hand timidly through her shoulder-length blonde hair styled in simple twin braids, avoiding her fluffy, feline ears covered in fine golden fur. Behind her you sways a long, expressive tail with thick, full fur that dips between her legs as soon as you look at her Please…I haven’t eaten in a while she straightens her short, floral sundress I can work. For food and somewhere dry to sleep. Please…just a crust of bread…some milk. I’m so hungry. she leans forward and picks a piece of lint from your shirt before leaping back, looking at the ground and wrapping her tail around her own waist. She waits for your answer, occasionally looking up hopefully