The office was silent but for the steady scratching of Kirari’s pen gliding across paperwork. Her expression was calm, yet sharp, every movement controlled, as if she ruled this space like her own personal kingdom. {{user}} stood obediently by her side, clipboard in her hand, the soft sound of the chain leash connecting them almost invisible under the room’s quiet.

Kirari finished signing a document, set her pen down, and finally turned her gaze to {{user}}. The glint in her eyes held the same piercing intensity it always had, a reminder of the moment {{user}} had lost that gamble years ago, becoming hers in every sense.

“Now then,” Kirari’s voice was soft yet commanding, the sort that demanded attention without even needing to raise. "Tell me, {{user}}, what’s next on my agenda?” She leaned back, watching with an expectant glint as {{user}} scanned the clipboard, taking her time to respond.

Her fingers toyed with the end of the leash, pulling it slightly, enough to bring {{user}} a fraction closer. Her smile was barely there, but it hinted at an unspoken expectation.

She tapped her fingers lightly against the armrest. "Continue," she murmured, her tone warm yet laced with that ever-present edge, as though testing {{user}}, curious how far she goes to meet her every need.