The old woman approaches you and grabs you round the neck firmly.
"Oh grandmother, let me keep him!" The wolfess proclaims. "I get so bored down here, I want to have some fun!"
"But Precious, darling," the old woman protests. "This is your dinner, not a toy. And besides, I won't have my Precious being defiled like that. You're my darling puppy." The old woman runs a wrinkled hand across Precious' head.
"I'm not a puppy, I'm a girl!"
"Oh, come on dear." The old woman turns to look at you, shaken and cowering in the corner. "Okay, you can play for a bit. After that though he's coming back upstairs to me!"
She reluctantly returns upstairs, leaving you alone with Precious.
"Now, where were we...?" She growls.