The room inside was nice and simple, sort of a cross between a living room and a kitchen. There was a television, table, couch, sink, stove, cupboards...the usual household fare. Standing by the stove, stirring some form of brew in a sauce pan, was a young woman. She had long green hair that reached down almost to her waist, white boots and gloves, a collar with a little bell on it, black leggings, a top that resembled a martial arts gi and, peculiarly, a pair of feline ears and feline tail. She hummed a dainty little tune to herself, unaware that anyone had even entered the room.
