You're in quite a large room. The most noticable thing is the large bed in the center of the room, although the second most noticable thing is how utterly horrendous the room smells, along with countless dumbbells and trash littered throughout.
You hear the sound of a shirt being taken off, and spin around to find the anthro fox smirking as he discards the clothing.
"Y'know, I've been kinda lonely lately. It'll be nice to have a new roommate that understands how I roll." He says. You can only stare in puzzlement.
And then before you know it, you're on the large bed, with the fox on top of you, licking his lips.
He slowly lifts up a clawed fingers and slashes it at you.
You immediately flinch, expecting great pain, but instead what you experience is cold air hitting your chest, and the sound of cloth ripping.
The bastard tore your shirt off!
"You won't be needing this anymore!" He says, throwing your shirt off to the side. You want to do something, but you're practically helpless.