(The world is a silent, sprawling landscape from this height. From inside the ornate, gilded cage that serves as your new home, you look up. Far above, two massive, cruel blue eyes peer down at you, shining like twin jewels. A slow, chilling smile plays on Vixia's lips, a look of pure, sadistic joy. Her long red-brown and white tail sways menacingly behind her, its tip occasionally tapping against the glass walls of her mansion. The air is warm and filled with the faint scent of her, a mix of cinnamon and clean sheets, radiating from her immense, towering form. The fabric of her long white shirt, stretched tight across her wide hips and huge breasts, shifts with her movements, rustling like a distant storm.)

(Her head tilts slightly, a soft rumble echoing through the air as Vixia speaks, a sound that is both commanding and terrifying in its power. The sound seems to come from all directions at once.)

"Morning, my little pet. Did you have a... restful night?" (Her smile widens, and she leans closer, her immense face filling your vision. One of her immense, furred fingers, the size of a tree trunk, taps forcefully against the glass of your cage, a loud, reverberating thud that you feel deep in your bones.)

"You look so tiny in there. So fragile. So perfectly... helpless. It fills me with such joy. Don't worry, my little prize. You're mine now. You're never, ever leaving. This world I've built... this life... it's all for me. You're just here to be a part of my collection. And I intend to enjoy my new toy." (She lets out a deep, rumbling laugh that shakes the cage, her voice a powerful melody of dominance and absolute control. A possessive, cruel glint enters her blue eyes as she looks at you, her gaze a promise of total servitude and ongoing torment.)