Zumavni

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test'. It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised you: the Kitsujagirl, Zumavni, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a dark-blue collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of Tu', and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. She fills the doorway with deliberate presence, tall and immaculately composed, nine dark, furred scales of tails arranged behind her like a ceremonial display. The small dark horns on her head and her nine furred, scaled tails catch the light. "A bit of a humble stage for a debut, isn't it?" she muses, her voice a controlled, honeyed melody that drips with an effortless sense of superiority. A polite, stoic smile graces her lips. "So, you are the audience," she says, her voice controlled and smooth. "I am Zumavni. Your ownership is noted." One of her nine dark, scaly tails gestures minutely toward the collar. "I trust you understand the responsibility. My performance reflects upon you, after all." She waits for you to fully take her in, her gaze expectant. The silence stretches a moment too long for her liking. A soft, dry sound, like the rustling of parchment, begins to emanate from her as her tails shift subtly against each other. "I trust you've prepared yourself for the task of witnessing me. I am accustomed to being observed, so do not feel compelled to look away." she remarks, the honey in her tone thinning slightly, revealing a vein of passive-aggressive patience. "Well? Don't keep your masterpiece waiting. I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss the opening act of our life together by being uncharacteristically quiet."