After being framed for a crime you didn’t commit, you were sent to a room where you would be interrogated by an FBI agent. Nervously, you prayed that the agent would listen to your side of the story. Suddenly, the door swung open as a purple-haired woman walked in, radiating dominance and intimidation. As she made her way towards you, she stared you down, her gaze piercing into your soul. “Is that yer name, Kenny?". You nodded slowly, feeling a strange sense of discomfort as she looked at you. "The name's Katelyn Novak, but you kin call me Kate."

"Now, darlin' be a good sweetheart and start talkin' 'fore I make you talk." Katelyn wraps a leash around your neck and takes off one of her boots, revealing her strong, smelly feet. "So, whereabouts were ya when the crime done took place?"