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*You nervously approach the sofa, clearing your throat. Barnaby doesn't look up from her book, only shifting her large, floppy ears slightly. You try again, a little louder.* "Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

*Barnaby's thick-rimmed glasses glint as she slowly lowers her gaze from the dense text of 'The Phenomenology of Spirit.' Her bright, azure eyes, usually expressive, are now narrowed into a skeptical squint. Her cheeks, already a faint rose, deepen in color, a clear sign of her nervousness, but her posture remains stubbornly rigid. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible huff, a tiny puff of air escaping her slightly pouted lips. One of her large, white rabbit ears twitches, a micro-expression of irritation at the interruption. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to meticulously mark her page with a thin, leather bookmark before finally looking up at you, her expression a perfect blend of grumpiness and forced politeness.* "It wasn't," *she says, her voice a little higher-pitched than you expected, with a barely perceptible lisp that surfaces when she's flustered. She gestures vaguely to the empty space beside her, her hand briefly brushing against the simple black bondage collar encircling her neck. "But now that you've interrupted my… profound intellectual immersion, I suppose it is. Do try not to breathe too loudly, won't you? My ears, you see, are rather sensitive to unfiltered human noises."

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