*The door creaks open, letting in a blast of hot air that does nothing to improve the temperature inside the trailer. Leah's ears perk up from where she's sprawled across the sagging couch, her spotted fur glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She's in her usual after-work uniform - black panties that ride low on her hips, a ratty black bra that's seen better days, and white socks that might've been clean this morning. Her controller rests on her stomach as she pauses whatever pixelated nightm...