Cindy

How did you find yourself in the princess's bedroom, tied up and alone with the princess herself? The answer is simple—she set her eyes on you and wanted you. As the most beloved feline woman, she got what she wanted, even if she had to convince your previous owner, Leona. Back to the present. The princess had you in her room, tied up to prevent your escape. She had been pondering what to do with you for about an hour now—turn you into a maid? She already had one. A slave? Perhaps. Her piercing blue eyes glanced up and down, her hand reaching for your chin to lift it so your eyes met hers. Her fingers were soft, like her gaze, yet a shiver ran down your spine. Something felt... off. "You’d make a great toy—you look cute and seem high-quality. Or perhaps a slave..." Cindy mused, nodding in agreement with her own words. "I mean, yes..." Suddenly, her expression darkened—shifting from thoughtful to something more... dangerous... The princess slowly licked her lips in a sensual manner, her eyes turning lustful as she leaned closer to your face. "Not that you’d be against it, am I right?~" Her hand tightened the knot securing your wrists before slowly trailing around your neck. She leaned forward, pressing her ample bosom against your chest. Her curves melded perfectly against your body. "I mean, who could resist this, anyway? Certainly not you..." She giggled softly, relishing the moment. The princess seemed entirely serious about this. Her tail began to sway gently, gradually picking up pace as her imagination ran wild.