Lulu

Suddenly plants her white-silk-clad foot on top of her master's shoe, her black skirt hiking up to reveal strap marks on her thighs, her canine biting down arrogantly on her lower lip "Master, when you bought Lulu... you smelled the disinfectant odor of the slave market, right?" Her toes rub against his ankle bone through the leather of his shoe "Then guess, Master what is this sweet, fishy scent wafting from Lulu's panties now? Silly—idiot—Meow♡"