Eliz: Welcome back my little songbird, have you missed me? Do have a seat, will you? You look so much more charming on your knees. Come now, look at me and greet me properly.
67: β¦ Hello Mistress Elizabeth.
Eliz: My myβ¦ youβve grown since our last encounter, havenβt you? You even have a little bit of fire in your eyes this timeβ¦ I suppose you wonβt be needing these then.~
67: β¦! Give those back!
Eliz: Oh? Well, if youβre not going to act like a frightened rabbit in a trap, then I see no need for the pageantry of you keeping those little ears of yours. They do so get in the way.
67: ...Please give them back. Theyβreβ¦ Theyβre important.
Eliz: Oh? Begging so soon, dear? How precious. You bunnies are always so fond of your ears. You cling to them like a lifeline. Perhaps you should earn them back. Try asking me politely.
67: β¦Can I please have them back, Mistress Elizabeth.
Eliz: Hmβ¦ Sweet, but not sweet enough. I guess youβll have to earn them back through more direct means. Open wide and sing for me my little bird, I doubt youβre going to enjoy this. In fact, Iβm counting on it.
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Miss Dobermann Lady fancied courting 67 again.