Raquel’s POV

“You’re cute, and we should tup,” Tabitha said in her chirpy highlands brogue, pulling against her shackles as she lay mounted on a wooden bull’s eye. “Ooo, you’re good at knotwork! Set and tight enough to be solid, but not constricting enough to create injury. I wish the cords were a touch coarser to really get a feel of them, but I’m happy enough.”

I could certainly tell the cat-sith was happy enough because I could ...