The pretty pale catgirl stretches luxuriously, arching her back in a way that emphasizes her perfectly formed breasts and stiff nipples, yawning in a manner that seems too calculated to be genuine. Then she gets to her feet fluidly and approaches, eyes popping open just enough to let her regard you through narrow slits.<br/><br/>"I don't mind dressing like this. Do you not like looking at me?" Her voice, still that soft monotone, carries a hint of a mischievous purr as she comes closer and tilts her chin up to let you get a better look at the collar. "But you can take this off of me, if you like. I never asked to be someone's pet."<br/><br/>The way she says that last word actually has some heat to it.<br/><br/>"I have nowhere to go and my people, such as would have me back, are very far away. If you do not mind the company, I would prefer to remain with you a while. Risti Sumalin is as good a destination as any other.  Mmmm."<br/><br/>She reaches out, her fingers brushing your belt.<br/><br/>"Are you quite sure you want me to get dressed? I am fully trained in the arts of the pillow and the couch, and I don't mind dancing for someone who will honestly enjoy the view."  Was that a hint of a giggle? "Especially not when it is another woman for whom the delights of sisterhood are agreeable."<br/><br/>Okay, now the alarm bells are going off in your head. Stories of things like the dreaded Jedi Mind Trick (whatever the heck that was) from Mandate cultural archives and the wiles of seductive beauties in adventure stories galore. But a quick check reveals that her fingers are going nowhere near any of the gear you've stored on your belt, just the buckle.