*Lupo*
It's absurd that I find myself sitting at this massive desk in my office, struggling to write a letter of reference for a fictional she-wolf, a mere charade for my own entertainment. I have a gaming hell to run, after all.
Furthermore, when I return to the residence, I plan to reveal the truth to her. So this letter is unnecessary. I'll expose everything and witness the shock wash over her lovely features.
However, the satisfaction will be diminished because she doesn't remember me. She has no recollection of the countless times she snubbed me or her true feelings towards me. That Miss Odette would never even acknowledge my existence, let alone explore my entire back with such glorious touch that I can still feel it now.
I need her to remember who she is, who I am. But there's n
