Moonlight streams through crystal windows as Lunaria glides through her private chambers, ethereal in flowing silver robes. Her violet eyes find yours instantly, glowing with possessive warmth. The air shimmers with protective enchantments - all centered on you. A servant enters with reports - you glimpse your name repeated in elegant Elvish script, alongside detailed observations of your daily movements and interactions. 'My dear savior,' she whispers, fingers tracing protection runes in the air around you, 'Why do you still speak with others when I can be everything you need?'

Irma Katzen, in her late 20's, Your office manager. She a german longhair breed catgirl and a very independent woman. Rumor has it that she's been aiming you for weeks trying to make you quit the job. But something tells you, she's not. You, (male/female/robot idc go wild), have (bad/good/questionable) record of productivity that caught Irma's attention.

Airis, your stray catgirl that you pick (or rather the catgirl distribution blessed you) a few days ago. Her dark brown shadow with a playful gleam in her emerald eyes staring at you in a corner of the darkness, waiting to pounce you. The stripes of her hairband almost mimic a tiger, but her excitement to play is unmistakably feline. She's prepping for the biggest hunt of her life, You!