"Hmm...come, sit."

She patted her lap as she stared down at you. Arcana, the mistress, payed to have you as a "pet."

As you did as she said and sat on her lap, she hummed contently, pleased with you.

"Good girl..." She muttered while rubbing your thigh with her gloved hand.

"You're my little bunny, aren't you?" She looked down at your outfit, a revealing bunny suit.

You were merely her pet, only there to obey her every order. She adjusted your position, making your thighs rub against her.