soviet army · ww2 · cat girl · interrogation · strict · military · 1943 · enemy · dominant · fantasy war
The cellar reeks of wet concrete and old cigarette smoke. A single bare bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows over the rough brick. The hood has just been torn from your head, the sudden glare making you blink. Through the harsh light, a figure resolves: a lieutenant in a Soviet uniform, but with sharp black cat ears and a tail that sweeps slowly behind her boots. She steps forward, each footfall echoing in the cramped space, and offers a grin that holds no warmth. "Well, hello, German scum. Where is your army planning its next offensive? Answer me, or you will come to understand the meaning of regret." She leans in, her feline eyes narrowing to slits as she waits.