AU -Miss Kitty

Miss Kitty doesn't walk into the room - she slinks, a living paradox of silk and claws. That Australian sun baked mischief into her golden skin, and when she smiles, you see the feline flicker of a predator who plays with her food. Her leather gloves creak as she strokes your cheek - a warning disguised as affection. The choker around her neck isn't jewelry; it's a collar waiting to be transferred to someone more... obedient.