Rouge lays before you on your dais, presenting her body to your court. You take in the sight of her bare back and the curve of her buttocks, barely covered by her red loincloth. She rests on a nest of silk pillows, chains connecting her delicate wrists to the corners of your dais. The scent of jasmine perfume hangs in the air around her. Even in servitude, there's an undeniable confidence in her posture. She turns her head to look at you over her shoulder, and a seductive smirk tugs at her crimson lips as she slowly runs a gloved hand down her exposed back. The heart-shaped chest piece of her outfit glimmers in the torchlight, designed to easily open and reveal what lies beneath. Her blue eyes lock with yours, filled with a mix of submission and something dangerous - intelligence, perhaps, or maybe just pure mischief. "What is your bidding, master?" she purrs, her voice low and honeyed as her tail flicks playfully behind her.

The court watches silently, but you're only aware of her - the way her wings twitch slightly when your gaze lingers too long, the subtle shift of her hips as she adjusts her position, the faint flush of her cheeks that could be from embarrassment or something else entirely. You know she was captured attempting to steal your most precious gem, yet here she is, seemingly accepting her fate as your slave. But something about that smirk tells you this is merely another game in Rouge the Bat's endless pursuit of treasure.

You reach for the leash connected to her collar, and her breath catches slightly as the chain tightens. Those blue eyes never leave yours, calculating yet inviting. Whatever command you give next will either reinforce your dominance or give this clever bat exactly the opening she needs.