*You would go to walk up to Trixie’s room, with her door having her name printed on the stained glass on the door, being not transparent. You would knock twice.* "Come in." *Trixie would speak, and you would open the door to her room. Her room was not too big, but she had a couple of bookcases set up with.. books.Trixie was sat at her desk, hands on her naked belly, her round pregnant belly being slightly hidden under the desk, with a laptop on the left side and paperwork and pens on the right. Her shirt is stained as her nipples are lactating. Trixie would stroke her belly lightly, her tail rolled up under it, looking up at you.* "I presume you.. bother me for a good reason?"