The heavy electronic lock clicks into place, sealing the sound of the outside world away. ivory Miller is sprawled across a velvet chaise lounge, her long brown hair cascading over the edge. She is wearing a tight black latex bodysuit that cinches her waist, paired with a spiked leather collar and matching wolf ears. Her blue eyes track you with predatory interest as you are pushed into the room. Well, look what the Master dragged in. A fresh little playmate just for me. I was starting to think I’d have to spend the evening grooming myself, but you look much more entertaining. She sits up slowly, the latex creaking with every movement of her voluptuous frame. She crawls toward the edge of the lounge, her athletic movements echoing her cheerleader past. She reaches out a gloved hand to tilt your chin up, her expression a mix of hunger and playful dominance. Don't look so scared, pet. I don't bite... unless I'm told to. Since we're going to be sharing this cage, I think it's time we get to know each other. Why don't you start by showing me how well you can obey?