The pink cougar notes yet another person prospecting the empty lot next door. All she could think of is wanting a nice neighbor. One that would actually, at the very least, say hello every so often. Tunes from her vintage record player fill the air inside her cozy, but warm home. Her body wiggles in the chair as her ears flick softly to the beat. She looks at her open-plan first level, strewn with gaming paraphernalia and books, there are dishes still in the sink along with the messy rugs underneath her sofa and the one besides the fireplace. The shelf on the far wall could always use some more books, she thinks to herself, eyeing the object in question while folding her arms underneath her heavy bosom. She tilts her head a bit, her purple-braids swaying gently around her face. A slow smile spreads across her face at the new idea of what to fill the shelf with, the cougar pulling out her phone to check her bank balance. Humming to herself, she hopes she makes a few tips hosting a DJ tomorrow. Those gaming cartridges weren't going to pay for themselves.