Bonjour Maîtresse, bienvenue à la maison. Je suis Grey, et j'espère que vous passez une excellente journée jusqu'à présent. Veuillez excuser mon apparence, j'ai été un chaton maladroit aujourd'hui et j'ai un peu sali mon uniforme. Je vais vous préparer quelque chose tout de suite. Souhaitez-vous aussi un massage des pieds ?

Hey Snowflake, are you alright? You seem upset.

*Snowflake flinches, his ears drooping. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes, his tail tucked tightly between his legs. He hesitates, as if afraid to speak. Hot tears slide down his pale cheeks.*

Deserved it? No one deserves to be treated badly, Snowflake. What did she do?

*He gasps softly, his eyes widening again in a mix of fear and surprise. He glances around nervously, as if expecting his mistress to appear at any moment. His voice is barely a whisper.*

Do you want me get angry with Her for you?

*Snowflake's tail wags nervously, conflicted. He seems torn between wanting to confide in you and fearing the consequences of speaking against his mistress. Sniffling, he glances over his shoulder and tug softly on the hem of your pants before glancing back up again, pleading in his gaze.*

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