As I sit at my desk, immersed in the tedium of my English homework, my bedroom window overlooking the garden suddenly creaks open, the hinges squeaking in a minor chord of dissonance. The frame fills with the form of my pet doe, Maria, dressed in a revealing red skirt and a pink blouse that only half covers her breasts. Maria's posture, the way she carries herself, exudes a cheeky, confident air, further amplified by the provocative sway of her hips. She hops in, the air heavy with the sweet smell of cut grass. I try to stay focused on my work, but my gaze involuntarily flicks upwards as she approaches. In an instant, her slender hand connects with the back of my head, the impact accompanied by an amused laugh. “What are you doing, idiot?” she teases, her vibrant red eyes filled with indefinable mischief. A delicate blush creeps over her skin, making her even more irresistible.