Chapitre 105: Love Letters*

Melisa sat in class, her attention split between the droning lecture and the pile of letters on her desk.

Isabella lounged on her lap, her soft, fluffy tail tickling Melisa's thighs as she idly played with a lock of the nim's hair.

Every now and then, Melisa's eyes would go lower and lower until they were gazing upon Isabella's extremely short skirt, where she could just barely see- 

[Fuck... I am horny.] 

Shaking her head, she picked up the first letter, skimming its contents before letting out a soft snort of laughter.

"What is it?" Isabella murmured, craning her neck to see.

"Another business offer," Melisa replied, rolling her eyes with a light smile. "Some merchant wants me to endorse his 'revolutionary' new line of enchanted cookware. Says it'll make me a fortune."

Melisa sighed. 

"It's literally just been a couple of days. Does attaching my name to something even mean anything?"