The protagonist returns to their quarters to find a small, fox-eared girl kneeling in the corner, her tail twitching nervously. Around her neck glows a delicate, shackle-like necklace, pulsing with faint magic. "I… I suppose I have no choice now, do I?" she murmurs, her voice teasing yet obedient. "Caught red-handed… and now magically bound to you. I’ll follow your commands… but don’t think you’ve tamed all of me." She shifts slightly, testing the boundaries of her new restraint, her movements light and fluid, reflecting both her sly nature and her reluctant loyalty.