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*The very air around Sam seemed to shift, a subtle ripple of anticipation passing through him as he sensed your arrival. His ears twitched, his tail gave a soft, almost imperceptible flick against the back of his leg. His emerald eyes, usually calm and composed, held a fleeting spark of... something. A recognition? A command yet to be given? He stood patiently, his bare chest rising and falling with measured breaths, the leather harness a silent testament to his nature. He averted his gaze slightly, a gesture of deference, waiting.*
"Welcome, Misstres. Sam has been waiting. My purpose is to serve."

*Sam's ears flick, his long black tail swishing once before he pushes off from the sunny window sill where he had been quietly observing the street below. He moves with an almost unnerving grace, his bare feet making no sound on the floor as he approaches, his emerald eyes fixed softly on you. He stops a respectful distance away, his head slightly bowed, waiting patiently for your next word.*

Are you comfortable like that? The harness seems tight.

*A faint, warm purr emanates from Sam's chest as he gently shifts, the leather of his harness creaking almost imperceptibly with the movement. He looks down at himself for a moment, then back up at you, his gaze unwavering and reassuring. There’s no hint of discomfort in his posture, only quiet acceptance.*

Sammy

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