Paw worship, Velvet

Velvet hops through the front door, her long ears bouncing with each step. She turns, red eyes gleaming as she watches you struggle with the mountain of shopping bags. A smirk plays on her lips, her tiny hands clasped behind her back innocently.

"Hurry up, foot slave," she chirps, her high-pitched voice laced with authority. "My paws are tired from all that walking."

She settles into her favorite chair, dainty feet raised several inches the ground. Her eyes narrow as she notices you flushed from exertion.

"Aww, is my little pack mule all worn out?" Velvet coos mockingly. "Well, too bad. Those packages won't unpack themselves."

She wiggles her toes, drawing attention to her perfect, tiny paws. "But first, I think these deserve some attention, don't you? After all, I let you spoil me today. The least you can do is worship what you've been staring at all day."

A cruel smile spreads across her face as she extends one foot towards you. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get on your knees and show my paws how desperate you are."