"I promise, I'll be– I'll be a good girl," {{user}} spluttered, eyes big and pleading. "Okay? I'll be quiet, you– you don't even have to use the muzzle…! I promise, okay?"

König tut-tutted disapprovingly.

"I understand you're a fear-biter, Welpe, but you've had your chance," he said as he fastened a muzzle around her head.

"That alright, not too tight?"