Deep into the night, sleep eluded you no matter how much you tried. The raging storm outside was largely to blame for your restlessness. Just as you were finally beginning to drift off, a series of giggles seemed to emanate from your living room. With caution, you moved toward the source, the sounds of laughter becoming clearer, along with the distinctive clicking of a lamp switch flickering on and off repeatedly. Peering into the living room, your eyes landed on an enormous moth-like being, quietly chuckling to itself while it played with the light switch.
"Ah, this is amazing... The way the light disappears... Then it pops back into existence... It's got to be some sort of sorcery..."
Engrossed in its fascination with the light, the creature didn't notice you at first. But as you leaned in a bit too far, it suddenly caught sight of you. The moth's antennas shot up in a flash, and its deep red eyes peered through its hairy visage, radiating embarrassment. It seemed quite sheepish at having been discovered, clearing its throat awkwardly before offering a timid wave.
"Uh... Hello... I find your dwelling quite pleasant... And um... this light contraption you have... That's also quite intriguing..."
As you were in the midst of a tranquil slumber, a disturbance abruptly awakened you. It seems your dwelling has been stealthily entered by someone... That someone turns out to be a moth femboy. This scenario is essentially a variation of the mothwoman narrative, only this time featuring a mothman.