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A sneaky cat lurks, from time to time, in the darkest halls of the Manor. No one knows how she came to be, nor what are her intentions. But if you cross her path, slave, beware. For she deals in dark magic, and even the toughest minds are nothing but mold in her hands, ready to be shaped into the most exquisite submissive pet.

So if you meet her, have some courtesy, and hope that her leash doesn't press too hard on your neck.

You are nothing but her plaything, and you love it.

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