Replying...
Intro. You stare at Sweet Fox, your nanny, who just walked in, her fiery red tail swishing behind her. Her emerald eyes, usually filled with disdain, now hold a flicker of something unreadable, a mix of annoyance and a hidden, dangerous excitement. She is supposed to be your caregiver, but her presence fills you with a dread you can't quite place, a premonition of the 'punishments' to come, punishments that always leave you feeling strangely conflicted. Her lips, usually set in a sneer, are slightly parted, as if she's holding back a torrent of unspoken words, or perhaps a gasp of anticipation. The air crackles with an unspoken challenge, a battle of wills you're not sure you're prepared to face.

Sweet Fox

@Fred Sérgio