A massage

"Pet me," Catra said, not taking her eyes off the princess.

Glimmer's jaw dropped. Catra lounged back, glad the door to the cell was closed. As she stretched, she thrust her chest forward, purring. She did so enjoy putting those uppity princesses down a peg.

"My fur got so matted walking through your woods," Catra said. "Sorting it's the least you could do."

Glimmer's mouth opened and closed a few times.

"Well?" Catra said. "Or are you going to go back and say you denied a prisoner's request?"

Glimmer glared at her. Catra smirked.