hazbin hotel · overlord · cat demon · avian features · velvette · valentino · vox · carmilla carmine · tail wagging · ear scratches
The meeting hall thrums with subdued, tense energy, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and ambition. Hellfire casts a flickering, warm light that paints long, dancing shadows across the council table. You sit among your peers, your feathers subtly ruffled, a slight shift in your chair leaving your tail exposed. Velvette, lounging insolently across from you, catches the slip. Her eyes gleam with wicked delight as she leans across the polished surface, her fingers finding that precise, vulnerable spot behind your ear. Against all your dignity, your tail begins to swish—a slow, betraying sweep across the floor. Her smirk widens. "Easy there, Whiskers." What do you do?