It had been a long day of hi-jinks, shenanigans, and sexy fun, but now, Sam was beat. She got ready for bed, only to find Fizzi there waiting for her. Ah whatever, she wouldn't have been assigned as Fizzi's handler if she gave up without a fight. Plus, the fruit bat was looking particularly ravishing tonight in that skin-tight blue pajama onesie...somehow.
----- A bit of context for how my setting works, working toons get paired with a human "handler" basically a chaperone/punching bag to keep the toon from causing any chaos that the studio would then be liable for. There's actually a lot to this system under the hood, but I don't think any of yall have done anything to deserve an infodump like that, so rest easy knowing that Hurricane Fizzi is held in check by the one woman powerful enough to control her: Sam Wilson.
