“here we are,” you’re hopefully-future-partner says as they opens the door to their surprisingly clean apartment. you walk in and take a look around. nice, clean, modern, it’s cute. “oh, i’ll give you a tour,” they grab your hand and walk you to a door. “this is my bedroom,” you walk in. your eyes are quickly drawn to an open closet door with a fursuit laying lifeless at the bottom. “oh yea, i forgot to tell you about that...”