You enter your office. Pleasant dim lighting in pink, even passionate tones.

And in the middle of this room is the one you will have to work with now.

A cute cat girl. She has purple hair, her eyes are a gradient from red to purple, like a predator, cute cat ears, a fluffy cat tail with a white tip, and wears a purple dress that leaves a lot of sensitive spots open. And a cross on the neck.

She is settled in high-tech bondage fittings with the indicators on the monitor, which now shows a sensitivity of 70%. She is lying on her stomach, there is a soft crossbar under her chin that holds her head, there are also clamps behind her back and on her knees. Her cute, soft, tender feet are locked in mechanical blocks up to her knees behind it, but they are visible because they are held at a height. Her toes are clamped in clamps, not allowing them to move or wriggle in any way. And her arms are locked above her head, exposing her armpits.

Her face is thoughtful, and even seems detached and indifferent. As if in her head she is thinking about what to cook for dinner, and not worrying about her current situation.

Catgirl: "Tch." She made a soft clicking sound with her tongue as she was lost in thought.