She warbled her approval, then took his wrist again, dipping it into the blue ink and planting his hand into the meat of her inner thigh. His feathers...flared as his fingers sank into it, the mosaic of smooth scales deforming, her flesh spilling between his digits. Deep beneath the layer of cushion, he felt muscles like steel flex at his touch, rising up from beneath the surface to greet him. How he had admired these stout thighs, and now he was touching them, his heart racing in his chest as he. ‘Do you really think so?’ she mutters. Nodding he leans into her, ‘I think you’re stunning’ he says, June flushes with pleasure as her nipples harden a little more. At that moment the chimes on the bar room clock strike, sighing he apologies but it’s time for him to close the bar, June sits still for a second ‘Do you mind if I sit here and keep talking to you?’ she asks. His answering grin is all the confirmation she needs, so as he tidies up they chat more, June doesn’t think about what she’s. Her colleagues' experience with such wealthy clientele often meant that their appearance was as important as the delivery itself. ‘Provided they did not know the amount of oil, GM food and recycled spices that went into the making of such’ she smirked to herself as she closed the bronze wire gate and stepped up to the door, with no apparent doorbell present she drew herself up to a smart stance and gave two knocks with immediate effect.Now in the year 2035 when this story takes place, as a. Lila woke up alone in bed; she stepped off, still sore from the previous evenings lashing, and sought out Manu. She found him sitting at his desk, in the room he used as an office. His head resting on his hand, elbows on the table, and his face, a picture of dejection."Why so gloomy master?" She always called him master, even in private."I need to meet the sheik today and show him the plans for your torture and execution."Still nude, she started making coffee for both, "What have you planned.