Kiss of Dawn [Schafflyne x TakodaVega]

[TakodaVega]

The sound of Mistress' pacing roused the female that had been curled up in front of her Mistress' bed. Perking her ears carefully she raised her head from her crossed arms. Her light brown eyes, almost tawny in color, followed her movement as she seemed to be in a panic. Worry crossed along the slave's features as she churred softly. A soft, slightly high pitched sound coming from the female's throat.

Not that there was much to even hide that fact. In fact the only sort of dignity the woman had on her was the fact at that moment her cheetah spotted tail was resting over her hip, hiding her sex from view. The very tip of her tail spotting a white spot, as her mistress finally took notice of a creature known to be extremely rare. A Chitrajin, a breed of those infamous nekos that had only recently come to light to some for their beauty, and fierce loyalty to boot

This female's was no exception. Her long dark strands fell along either side of her shoulders from where she has slept, marking her one of the even rarer of the elusive 'King Cheetah' varieties. A set of three vivid stripes ran down her back ending just where her tail met her smooth skin - One stripe going down her spine while the other two lying on either side of the main stripe. Cheetah spots trailed along the remainder of her back, dusting along her rear and along the tops of her shoulders as well. Her face also sported the classic tear trail marks in the corner of her eyes near her nose, though instead of going the 'S' line down her chin hers stopped mid cheek in a single curve. Her sunkissed skin completing the package as the woman slowly moved to kneel in place unless her Mistress commanded her otherwise.

It was in that moment of cautious concern from the female at her feet that her Mistress came up with a plan. A plan to clear all debts with the man whom had put her into such a frenzy. A gentle hand gripped the woman's chin making the neko at her feet look up at her. "I have a plan for you, my dear Tsura." She said softly her hand being gentle as she slid down further before pressing the pressure point along the Chitrajin's neck. The last thing that Tsura remembered before falling to the ground was sound of her Mistress laughing.

-*-*-

The ride to Schafflyne's mansion was a smooth ride. Of course it was, wouldn't it distract business if all they were greeted with bumps and bruises to disrupt their cargo? Tsura slowly sat up shaking her head as she realized three things. A.) That she was in the backseat of a car, B.) that the car was moving away from the sprawling city below, and C.) that instead of being loose in the car as her Mistress usually allowed her to be, she was in a cold metal cage. Her feline ears tilted back in confusion, had she angered her Mistress? She curled her tail around her ankles as she brought her knees to her chest, arms encircling her shins as they continued to drive in silence. No radio seemed to play - again something out of the ordinary for her Mistress.

Tsura had been trained, as all the others that she had met in her life, to be curtailed to each of their Master's, or in her case Mistress', needs. This however was something new to her. As they pulled up to the building, she felt...strange. Like it was a bad place, especially as the sun started to set behind it bring the shadows on top of them and making the building look even bigger than it really was. She glanced over at her Mistress only to see her nervousness as her car door was soon opened once the car had been cut off. Those heels she would never forget as a servant of some sort came to Tsura's side of the car and tossed the almost birdcage like cover over her to hide her from view as the man, or what Tsura assumed was a man lift her carrier out of the car and deposit it by her mistress at the door. "Please inform, Master Schafflyne that I have come to repay my debt."

[Schafflyne]

King of Domination

Master Schafflyne lounged quietly in his luxurious sitting room, just down the hall from the foyer. He was in the company of his favored and most loyal slaves; the company he usually preferred. He sipped on a crystal glass filled with a certain amber fluid, which put him in his current relaxed state. The young man did not keep male slaves. He knew better than anyone just how dangerous a restrained male could be. So, when one of his fully equipped 'male' guards came running into his sitting room, he was none too pleased.

"Sir! A sedan is-" The guard had begun, but was swiftly cut off by Schafflyne's cruel tone, making his slaves cringe.

"What the fuck have I told you idiots about disturbing me!" Schafflyne's voice immediately rose to a piercing tone. "This had better be important, or you won't have a job much longer- or a life."

The guard seemed shaken, but only for a second. Showing weakness in the house of Master Schafflyne was akin to becoming a slave. Or dying. Regaining his composure quickly, the guard began his report.

"Sir, a Sedan has passed the outer partition. It's headed here at a high rate of speed. What are your orders?" The guard asked in slightly frantic tone.

Schafflyne's slaves looked up at him from their place on the lush carpet, as well as the arms of the chair. There he sat, like a fucking king, careless and reckless as always.

"Let the car through. I think I know who it is." The grand Master said, his trademark smirk catching the edge of his soft lips. "Let's go keep an eye on them. Ready the Black Brigade, just in case."

"Yessir." The guard said simply, stiffening his body and giving a low bow in respect, before immediately bolting away.

With that same smirk on his face, Master Schafflyne lazily sat up, then stood and headed to a huge window at the front of the mansion, followed by his entourage of loyal slaves. Through it, he could see the shadows of his estate crawling across the land, consuming it in twilit darkness. In the distance, he could see the sedan, speeding up the hill toward his towering mansion. It was now completely clear who was driving the speeding car. It was the foolish bitch that had crossed him.

She was deeply indebted to Schafflyne. More than she and her harem were worth. She had convinced Schafflyne she'd pay back the debt she owed plus half; unfortunately, her harem didn't see the good times she hoped it would. He knew this from the spy he had sent to her establishment. She had to be desperate now. Who knows what she would do. That excited the young master. A fool's desperation.

It was of no consequence though, save for dumping her body and bullet-riddled car into some hole where her corpse would never be found. His elite guard, the Black Brigade, already had several guns pointed at various areas of her body, and on her car. Just in case.

The indebted woman arrived, as Master Schafflyne thought she would, but he did not think she would be bearing a package. It was good that she followed it to the door, or the young master would have had her held at gunpoint and escorted into the mansion by force. From his viewpoint, Schafflyne could see her say something to one of his guards, who lifted the package from her car to the front door. There was another burst of words from her mouth before the guard looked up at him. Master Schafflyne merely nodded to the guard, and he wordlessly opened the front door of the massive estate.

Followed by his lovely entourage of loyal slaves, Master Schafflyne calmly walked into the foyer, keeping his eyes on the front door. The guard lifted the package again, bringing it into the foyer and setting it on the fine marble floor. As Schafflyne got a better view of it, the package turned out to be a box covered with a cloth. He was fairly sure something was alive inside. If it wasn't of interest, which he was fairly certain of, this faux-mistress would be the next thing inhabiting the box.

With his trademark smirk on, Schafflyne approached the woman, his stance suave and inviting.

"And what does my indebted little mistress have here?" Schafflyne asked, his tone low, yet playful.

[TakodaVega]

Tsura by now had no idea what was going on, who was 'Master Schafflyne' and why did her Mistress want to see him with her so badly? Normally her Mistress was reclusive when it came to showing her to one of the other Masters or Mistresses. So why did she bring her here? Was this her punishment for some unknown wrong that she had done? Her ears flattened completely against her hair at the thought. If she had displeased her mistress so, she would take her punishment as it was due.

Her Mistress stood, somewhat proud of herself as she let her fingers tap along the top of the cage, causing Tsura to shift inside it until she was sitting a little more comfortably as she could manage, her long legs did not have enough room to stretch into a true sitting position so she curled them beneath her, that cheetah spotted tail curving over her hip. A bigger problem was she had no idea which was the front of the cage.

It was when her mistress spoke that her ears perked, she had remained silent since the churr of concern earlier, maybe that was why her Mistress had brought her here. She had in a sense spoken without permission and she instantly scolded herself for acting out without her Mistress' say in the matter. "I've come to make a deal with you, Schafflyne." Came the woman's sharp, clear voice.

She pulled the cloth away to reveal the female beneath, only her back was to them the first thing most of them saw was those three long stripes along her back and cheetah spots on her tan skin. Tsura cast her glance over her shoulder, her eyes not raising above their hips as she turned fully in her cage. Her mistress continued even as her slave below was put on display. "This is one of those rare Catgirl's from overseas." She began, "They are trained from birth till their purchase to serve their Master or Mistress completely and without question. They are extremely loyal to whomever owns them." She trailed her hand along the cage, though the female within stayed very still fully aware of several pairs of eyes on her.

She had never exposed to such scrutiny before, even as her Mistress continued describing her attributes much as a Trader of skin might to a potential buyer, she remained in place though her Mistress had not commanded her to stay in such a position, she hadn't given her permission to move either. She did not wish to anger the woman further, though in the months that her Mistress had acquired her, Tsura had never been beaten, though her extensive training since birth had exposed her to many of the punishments that might be inflicted on her.

"Though Tsura's training is as extensive they can be, she has never had a Master's touch, no male to put her in her place, or claim her properly." Which was all true, though the trainer that had been assigned to Tsura growing up had been a male, they were given express orders were to teach but not touch. "Her worth is much more as a virgin slave," the indebted mistress continued. "In exchange for the release of my debt I will give her to you."

[Schafflyne]

Schafflyne's bright blue eyes shifted from the caged rarity to it's mistress and back again. His entourage of lovely servants, varying in species, stood still, but their gaze lay on the caged catgirl. She was a fine prize indeed, and she was also a race of his favored species, one he had not added to his collection. The young master had doubts about the catgirl's virginity, but he would take her word, for now. What he was truly considering was having her put in the dungeon for not having a box of cash where this marvelous slave sat. It would be easy as well. She was in his domain.
Also, her estate couldn't have been very large, if she was borrowing anything from a man as unforgiving as Master Schafflyne. He knew all he would need was a replacement of the staff in her small domain and her estate would be his. However, this also presented the problem of owning two wily, bloodthirsty slaves. The mistress, who would require extensive forms of punishment to break her, and her loyal little kitten, who would undoubtedly follow every order given to her by a desperate woman.
With a subconscious shrug, Schafflyne turned his head to his loyal slave brigade.

"Hit the hay, ladies. We'll lounge around some other time. I have business to attend to." the young master said casually, before turning his attention to his indebted associate.

The group of loyal slaves quickly dispersed after giving a good night bow to their master, leaving him and his company alone in the quiet foyer, well lit by the crystal chandelier above. Schafflyne's stance changed, clearly showing displeasure. His face showed his indignant attitude toward the woman, his gaze fiercely set upon hers.

"You have some nerve, flying into my domain without a moment's notice. Be glad you didn't receive a bullet, instead of my graces." Schafflyne's tone was arrogant. "As for your debt..."

The young master's sky blue gaze turned more gentle as it settled on the caged beauty. She was quite a treat indeed, and if she was indeed a virgin... Well, that pretty much sealed the deal for her debt and his ego.

"I'll be checking for her virginity myself." Schafflyne's tone had changed, and his eyes were still upon the rare catgirl. "If her... shield, is not intact, you won't live to see the sun rise. Are we clear?"

[TakodaVega]

"I was well aware of your graces, Schafflyne, I thank you. I swear to you on my life her shield is as much intact as it was the day she was born." The only indication of any sort of thing might be unusual for the female was the slight flick of her tail from it's normally tame position over her hip.

There was a sound which drew Tsura's eyes up from their normal place as her Mistress undid the door to her cage. Since she had been revealed to the young Master this was the first real show of emotion that Tsura even registered, only a flickering of fear in those tawny eyes as she leaned away from the hand that reached for her. She had understood what they were discussing clear as day.

It was enough to turn her affection and loyal nature away from her former Mistress. By nature that meant that the woman had broken her contract to her Original caretakers. It was only when the indebted Mistress became impatient with the female and move her hand away from the cage did Tsura finally have the means to bolt.

"Tsura!" Came the woman's voice, but Tsura ignored it. For once in her servitude she ignored the command of a Mistress. The reasoning was easy enough though. Though she did not go far, and much to the other woman's displeasure, the catgirl slightly slid across the floor on her hands and knees to stop in front of the male who was apparently the Master. She had felt the gentler eyes on her, though she dared not meet his gaze 'less she anger the man.

There had been stories, very rare stories about those of her kind who were abandoned. Stories where instead of the Master picking the Slave, the Slave picked the Master, where in a split moment they would make a conscious decision for some reason sometimes unknown to others. For Tsura, her loyalty had been betrayed, for greed. She had seen the other girls and had seen how they kept close to the Master, close enough that their scent was still on him. Affection and complete trust. Tsura carefully rose onto her knees, knowing that if he disapproved of her action he could easily punish her for it.

After all she did not ask permission for this, her hands gentle as she reached for the hand that was closest to her, pulling it slightly as she gently nuzzled her cheek into his palm, a soft purr in the back of her throat as she did so. It was her own way to accept him, though she soon released his hand as though it were a hot coal and looked to the floor. Her purr fading into nothing, for the first time that day the young female spoke, "Forgive me, Master. I should have asked for your permission first." She tilted her ears back in proper submission and waited for whatever scolding to occur. Though her ears perked once more as she heard her former mistress speak.

"Tsura, what have I told you about referring to others in the same station as myself?" Came the woman's voice. Tsura did a half turn in front of Schafflyne, her body trimmed into a defensive, no not quite defensive, a protective stance in front of the male, a soft growl in the back of her throat but she let it, too, fade. "I am sorry, Miss, but you relinquished your ownership of me to the Master. I am no longer bound to your Word of Law unless Master decrees it thus."

[Schafflyne]

It was a feeling he couldn't quite describe, or even justify, to himself. It was much akin to seeing an enemy's eyes fade to black after watching them die, or conquering the territory of someone claiming to be undefeatable. This feeling filled him when his palm caressed Tsura's soft cheek. It felt like victory. Goosebumps ran over his body, and he felt exhilarated. In this moment, his newest slave had proven her worth.

However, there was still the matter of the trash that needed to be taken out. Schafflyne's gaze rose from his exquisite slave to meet the unworthy eyes of the ignorant associate. She had crossed a metaphorical line set in place by the respect he commanded, but this moment was still enough to amuse him.

"HAHAHAHAHaaa." Schafflyne laughed whole-heartedly. "Get the Hell outta' here before I send you away in pieces." The Master said, his trademark smirk on his face, and a slight chuckle in his voice.

The young master's hand entered his white overcoat and withdrew a large, decorated silvered pistol. He simply held it at his side, a bold and aggressive threat on her life. It was something Schafflyne upheld in his code of conduct: never make a threat you can't keep. Unfortunately for the mistress standing before him, he was more than capable of killing without remorse, or guilt.

[TakodaVega]

"How dare you!?" Came the indignant tone from the mistress as she took a step towards the female at his feet. Only to have Schafflyne's voice cut through the air as he pulled out the pistol. Grinding her teeth it was she could do not to try and ignore his wishes and remind Tsura who she was to her.

However the female, blast it, was right. Recomposing herself she nodded, "Yes, of course...thank you Schafflyne for accepting the exchange. I trust she is in good hands?" She turned away from him going to the door. There was no telling if she would live to see the bottom of the hill or not, that was really Schafflyne's choice if she lived or died.

Tsura remained poised and in her stance until the woman left, shifting her position to be more relaxed at her new Master's feet. her feline tail curled over to one side, hiding one of her feet from view as either was bent on either side of her. Hands were played slightly with her strands of hair a moment, unsure of how to behave around her new Master. Every one was different, and part of her was now shy about it. Turning a bit she looked up at him, not quite in the eyes more up to his chin and lips.

She thought a few more moments before she finally phrased what she wanted to say. "I am sorry the Miss was a bother to Master." Came her soft voice as she looked down again, her ears slightly tilted backwards. "Is there anything I can do to help Master relax?" She purred softly, far more content that she was at least in good hands. Or so she hoped. "Are there any rules, as well, that I need to be aware of Master?"

[Schafflyne]

A slight smirk crossed his face as he watched the so-called mistress make her way toward the exit. A guard opened the door, his eyes narrowed at the woman as she passed. The guard silently looked over at Schafflyne and gave a "should we fill her with holes" nod in her direction. The young master smiled in amusement, but slowly shook his head. As much as he wanted to put her within an inch of her life, a deal was a deal, and he was a man of his word. That wouldn't stop him from having all of his guns trained on her sedan as she left though.

Schafflyne's gaze moved to his newest, and rarest, treat; Tsura. His gaze was light and kind as looked down on her. She was definitely obediant, and he liked that. He put away his pistol, and put his hand on her cheek, his fingers under her chin. Soft, just the way he prefered it. He would have nothing less than perfection.

"Look at me, my slave. I wish to see your eyes." Schafflyne said, his tone edged with authority. "We'll worry about the house rules later."

[TakodaVega]

Tsura felt her Master's gaze on her, not the kind of boring into her skull as though she needed to be skinned alive, but rather the kindness she had felt on him. She wouldn't hesitate to say that his kindness could easily fade into nothing if he was angered. She would just have to make sure that she never made him angry didn't she?

She nuzzled lightly against his palm, a soft purr reverberating in the back of her throat. Those tawny eyes looked up at him. No hesitation, though this was really the first time she had looked at a Master at least in the eye. Her eyes had that feline characteristic as the pupils contracted ever so much more, revealing more of that tawny iris as it shrunk down into a smaller circle.

"As Master wishes," came her soft voice, now laced with a rumbling purr, her feline tail lightly wrapping around his ankle as she sat at his feet. "How further can I please you, Master?"

[Schafflyne]

"Get on your feet and follow me." Schafflyne ordered as he withdrew his hand.

His swagger indicated his station in this domain, his walking speed common as he headed toward the comfort of his sitting room. There, he sat upon his plush throne of red velvet, gold and platinum. The sharp-dressed master took a seat upon the fluffy pillowing of his throne, crossing a leg over the other. With a single hand, he motioned to his newest slave to sit on the thick, comfortable carpet before him.

Schafflyne couldn't help but examine Tsura every chance he got. She was a rare jewel indeed, and one deserving a master greater than her previous mistress. The lines on her smooth skin were so exotic to the young master. He found them quite tempting. Jumping her would be a delight he would remember.

"I'm going to ask a few questions, and I'd like you to answer them honestly. Understood?" Schafflyne said as his gaze constantly continued to examine his new jewel.

[TakodaVega]

"Yes, Master." She drew herself up to her full height with the grace most felines had. Those long legs of hers were finally stretched, though even at her full height she only came up to her Master's shoulder. Her feline ears twitched about, absorbing in all the sounds. Somewhere there were whispers of girls down the hall from them though her attention focused more on her Master's back as they made their way to a large sitting room. The girls earlier must linger here often, as she picked up their scent.

Tsura obeyed without question as she settled once more in front of her Master, those tawny eyes meeting his blue ones again as her tail coiled lightly around her knees. Ah yes this was much more comfortable than the cage she had been trapped in on the long car ride here. She churred softly to the male in front of her, curiosity in her eyes as he spoke once again. "I understand, Master. I hope my answers will suffice your questions." She rested her hands on the carpet, knuckles curving over once, then twice. A slight kneading motion that Tsura often did when she was unsure and anxious.

She could feel her Master's eyes roaming over her, most normal girls would have at least shied away from such an extensive look over, but Tsura had been trained well. She was well aware of whose property she was, she had made the choice in the foyer, despite what her former Mistress had planned out.

[Schafflyne]

"Good." Schafflyne began simply "What are your skills? Are you good at anything?"

He wanted to know just how extensively he'd need to train her. He was used to inexperienced or combative slaves, and had dealt with many in the past. His will would always surpass those of his prisoners.

[TakodaVega]

She tilted her head at first trying to condense her wealth of knowledge into something that did not seem as though she was above him in skill, that was not her place, nor was it her right. "I have many skills, my master." She said softly, continuing her kneading into the carpet below her. "All of which are ingrained into all of us by the time we are very small, I can do menial tasks as a House slave; cooking, cleaning, and the like for the Master. By nature all of us are a little wild, so instead of acting on that nature to attack someone we have become...I suppose you could call us 'Guardcats', Master. We are taught that our Master, or Mistress, is the most important thing to us and that everything we do is for them in mind. We protect them like they were our own." She nuzzled gently into his knee before she continued on.

"We are taught the art of pleasure, however..." She looked away from him at that suddenly shy before she took a deep breath. "We are taught the actions but not put them into practice. Nor have the practices been done to us." She needed the carpet again before trying to change the subject member of her teachings. "My trainer was very thorough in my lessons." She propped her chin on his knee to look up at him, "I hope that satisfied my Master's questions. Though if he wishes me to I shall give examples..."

[Schafflyne]

Schafflyne's hand moved to Tsura's head, giving her gentle pets behind her ears. Her answer was satisfactory, as well as informative. He'd definitely have to get into contact with her trainer and possibly strike a deal. He could do that later. Right now, there was one task he was eager to complete. Checking his new slave's virginity.

"Examples are not needed, my dear. However, I do wish to check for your... Virtue." Schafflyne said, a look of mild amusement on his face. "Take a seat on one of the chairs and spread your legs, then we shall begin."

[TakodaVega]

Tsura's eyes became half lidded as her pupils dilated in contentment at the gentle pets. Her ears slowly perking as she tilted her head to one side at his later statement. She chirped softly, almost a bird like sound as she pulled away from him. Remaining on her hands and knees for the moment, that feline tail swayed behind her.

The chairs were large and comfortable something Tsura was not used to, again she could smell the other girls here. This must be their chair, she thought to herself as pulled herself up into the cushion with ease. Those long legs stretched once more to revealed just how toned she was. If nothing else an added bonus was Tsura was able to take care of herself. Her Master's command still run in her ears as shifted a bit in the chair. She wasn't sure exactly how he was going to check and see if she was still a virgin.

Just because she knew she had never had sex with anyone before, not even once using her skills to appease even her former Mistress, didn't mean her master did. Smooth, soft skin lingered everywhere on the female, not a hair to be seen save for those dark strands on the top of her head as she spread her thighs. Her slit could be easily seen from her master's chair, her feline tail darting out the way to curl over her hips.

[Schafflyne]

Schafflyne smirked at his slave's total obedience- and at the cute chirping sound she made. It pleased him, knowing his every command would be followed without hesitation. Setting his feet on the plush carpet, Master Schafflyne rose from his throne and wordlessly approached his newest jewel. He eyed her slit hungrily. It looked so inviting, so tight and delicious to the young master. However, he needed to show restraint. He could thrash her insides with his length later tonight.

"Try to relax, my slave." Schafflyne said as he kneeled down in front of the chair. "This should feel good if you don't tense too much."

Honestly, he didn't much care for how his finger would feel inside his newest slave. He was checking Tsura to be sure his now discarded associate wouldn't be receiving a bullet in the back of her head for lying to him. He did have some interest in feeling the inside of her goody box though. It had been quite some time since he had taken the virginity of a new slave, so he found this to be mildly exciting.

Schafflyne ran his tongue up his middle finger, covering it with saliva. He then touched it to Tsura's slit, rubbing it up and down. He wanted to lube it with his saliva before entering into her sweet little honey pot. He then licked his finger again, savoring her unique taste, before slowly plunging it into her sex. His finger slowly proceeded into her, before being met with a resistance. Just as he had hoped. She was indeed a virgin. He moved his finger a bit, feeling the wall he would pierce with his manhood tonight, before withdrawing it.

"Perfect." Schafflyne said happily. "Your previous mistress won't be getting a bullet to her foolish head tonight, even though she may well deserve it."

[TakodaVega]

Tsura had learned a long time ago that obedience meant rewards, though it was in her nature to not want to displease her master. Her eyes didn't look up and greet his but rather followed his frame as he rose from the throne like chair and made his way towards her. With him looking down at her she felt much smaller than she was, though she should be used to this from a Mistress there was something different about having the same look from a Master.

Especially when a Master looked at her like she was good enough to eat. The white spot on the tip of her tail tapped against her side in another nervous habit. Her ears perked completely at his voice before relaxing them. She went through her training all over again in her head, her body remaining relaxed as her eyes watched her master's movement. Watching his tongue move along that long finger she flicked one of her ears back, suddenly very shy. Her Trainer's words repeated in her head again, reminding her that it was okay to feel like that the first time.

Still it took some effort to not try and pull away from him as his finger stroked along her slit, a churr of uncertainty managing to slip past her lips despite trying to keep herself calm. Her ears slowly moving backwards, she was in complete submission as it was but she was so sensitive to her Master's touch! She had never been touched like this before, her Trainer having said that only her Master could make her experience such pleasures or even pain depending on the Master's cruelty.

As the finger slid deeper, she felt him press against that virgin wall, the thin membrane that marked her unclaimed. Well, for now. Her self control finally slipped as she squirmed slightly against his finger, a soft purr forming in her throat until he withdrew it, her ears perking again as she heard her Master's happy tone. The thought of the old Mistress getting a bullet didn't phase her, after all the woman had abandoned her ownership of Tsura to her Master.

However being above her Master in eye level did bother her as she flicked her ears back. "I am happy Master is pleased. With Master's permission may I get down?" Not that the position she was entirely uncomfortable but it was rather odd to see her Master on his knees even if it was simply for an examination purpose. At least even if she was knelt on the floor next to him he would still be taller.

[Schafflyne]

"Yes, you may." Schafflyne said as he stood up, sucking Tsura's essence from his finger. It was a new taste, and one he liked. "Come."

He motioned toward himself as he walked to an elevator at the back of the sitting room. It was one of a few within his massive domain. This one specifically lead straight to his room. He put his thumb on a scanner, and the door in front of him slid open. He entered casually and leaned against the golden rail that lined the inside of the elevator.

[TakodaVega]

Tsura rose after her Master had walked a few steps away, those long legs toned from her running. Something she had done in awhile. Even that though didn't stave off her growing shy nature about what was to happen though she squashed it hopefully before he had taken notice. Her feline tail uncoiled from her hip to lightly swish behind her as she followed him into the nearby elevator.

She had noticed the scanner on the elevator, letting her know that only certain people were allowed up this way. Her nervousness increased but she tried to keep it under wraps at least until she knew what was going on. Well she did know, but still, knowing and doing had been two completely different aspects. She looked up to dash away her thoughts. Her Master must be very well off if he had these in his home, the walls of the elevator were reflective, almost mirror like. Her fingers lightly stroked the image she had seen in the side corner next to her before snatching her hand away.

Look but not touch right? Her Master really needed to let her know what her boundaries were...she didn't want to anger him on accident.

[Schafflyne]

Once Tsura had entered the elevator, and the doors silently closed, Schafflyne casually examined the various angles of his newest slave. The mirror-like surfaces revealed what he couldn't immediately see in front of him. He found her triple stripes a rather pleasing sight. They were signification of her rare breed, which only made the young Master more proud of his ownership over her. It was almost a shame he would be taking her virginity tonight, but then again, that was also the exciting part.

"You likely won't want to hear this, my slave," Master Schafflyne began, his tone low and calm. "but tonight will likely be a night of pain. I assure you, it will get better though."

He drew himself close to her figure, and ran a finger from her collar bone, up her neck, and under her chin, before giving a pleased smirk.