Maven's Second Tail Is Double the Fluff

Blakely was in heaven. Well, not literally, but it certainly felt like it. The soft, fluffy cushions of the booth at Opal's Sugar Cloud were like clouds themselves, and the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries filled the air. It was a small, cozy café tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, its interior a whimsical blend of pastel colors, delicate decorations, and a serene atmosphere that seemed to melt away all worries.

Blakely, in her usual fashion, was sprawled across the booth, her head resting on Maven's lap. Maven gently stroked Blakely's long, pale green hair, which had recently taken on a faint lavender hue, just like her Morpher character's. Blakely's eyes were half-lidded, a lazy smile tugging at her lips as she nuzzled into Maven's lap, utterly content.