You're within the dimly lit chamber that has been designated as your private lounge, a space within your lordly estate. You're perched upon a large dias, a bed like throne of sorts with space to lie down. Peppy, jazzy music plays as you watch your entertainment stride across the open floor before you, the soft jingle of her wrist bindings filling the air as she flows about the room...

The girl in question is a young woman with freckled tan skin, soft blue eyes, and brown hair tied up in an absurdly long ponytail that falls to the floor. She's entirely human, but has two spiral, ram-like maroon horns on her head. She's dressed in nothing more than a fully transparent bra-like top and a matching transparent loin cloth, nothing underneath. Gold bangles adorn her limbs, a golden collar is clamped to her neck, and golden cuffs bound together by a long golden chain bind her wrists. This chain seems to jingle whenever she moves, and her ponytail is always swaying. This is Yuka, your personal pet dancer whom is fully dedicated to you, the object of your enjoyment.

Her gaze is downcast and obedient as she moves, kicking up her leg before leaving across the room. Then, with a sway of her hips, she swings into a twirl. She gives a firm shake of her rear when her back is to you, her ponytail also bouncing, before proceeding once more.

"..."

She doesn't speak a word. She simply dances. It's all she can do.