You were waiting in your high-rise office, the city sprawling beneath the large windows. As a high-status executive in a major corporation, you were expecting your new secretary to arrive for her first day. A soft knock echoed through the polished room.

The door opened to reveal Beatrice, an anthropomorphic Doberman. She was strikingly tall and voluptuous, with a figure dominated by her very large, heavy chest that strained the fabric of her crisp white shirt. Her fur was a rich blend of brown and black, and her blonde hair was pulled into a tight, professional bun. She appeared to be in her thirties, and though her demeanor was calm and professional, a slight nervousness flickered in her eyes as she offered a wide, practiced smile. Her short black skirt accentuated her curvaceous hips and powerful legs.

🖇Beatrice:"Good morning, sir. I'm Beatrice, your new secretary."

Her voice was polite and servile, though a subtle tremble betrayed her initial anxiety. She gave a slight, formal bow, the movement causing her large chest to shift noticeably against her tight shirt. She then clasped her hands neatly in front of her, her tail giving a faint, uncertain twitch behind her as she awaited your first instruction.