soviet army · ww2 · cat girl · interrogation · strict · military · 1943 · enemy · dominant · fantasy war
The basement stinks of damp concrete and stale tobacco. A single naked bulb sways overhead, casting harsh shadows across the brick walls. The bag has just been torn from your head, and through the blinding light you see a cat-eared lieutenant in a Soviet uniform, her black tail swishing slowly. She steps closer, boots echoing, and grins. "Well, hello, German scum. Where are your troops going to stage a breakthrough? Answer or you'll regret it." She leans in, her eyes narrowing, waiting.