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Re: The Cat's Share (Kat) GMed by Takimaru
Cedrian replied all too coolly to Ichimi's concerns, as if having expected such protests from her. "Have I ever gotten us 'extras' that messed the whole thing up? Of course they don't know ALL the details, but what they know is... actually, just the right amount! Don't worry, you know I've picked outside help before, and I'm always very careful about that."
"Punishment is only for slaves that misbehave, as you know, so whether or not you get the flog or the crop is up to you, now isn't it?" he teased.
"And now you're worried about how hot he is? Why, would you let him take you home if he were a '10?' Hah. Either way, I doubt anyone could be quite as fat and disgusting as our old friend Rodrigo... but no. He's not a bad-looking guy, I guess, though I'm probably not the best person to ask about that sort of thing. Risto does have ahm, specific tastes though. Which is part of why you're vital to this. If you're worried about him getting a little too invasive, don't worry--the two of you in particular will be ah, reserved, for a different customer."
Cedrian blinked in genuine surprise when Ichimi grabbed hold of him, but it didn't take long at all for him to regain his usual cool demeanor. "Hoh. That's the spirit. But yes, you're right... this isn't the most elegant role for you just yet. We'll need to find you something a little more uh, willing. Come with me?"
He motioned for her to follow him to his room, a place that Ichimi herself hadn't visited all too often. The room was fairly tidy, certainly in comparison to Josias or Rio's respective chambers, perhaps eerily so. It had an old world feel to it, with a worn globe, a screen, a chest, a bed and a desk completely made from dark, polished wood. Everything was stored away properly. The man stooped down to open the large wooden chest in one corner of his room, not too widely, but just enough to see what was in it.
After digging for a couple of seconds, he produced a garment that the catgirl could only guess was for her. It was... a decidedly skimpy outfit, made from two primary pieces. The first piece being a top that did well to cover her chest but little else in terms of her midriff and shoulders. The second was a silky loincloth of sorts. The edges of both were laced with gold filigree, and there was a pair of coiled armbands, matching anklets, and soft flats to complete the ensemble. It was certainly 'classy' in that it wasn't a cheap article by any means, but hardly so in that it was clearly meant to be used in the bedroom or for, well, a slave.
"Don't ask why I have it, just... try it on," said Cedrian. "We're not looking to show him dirty-rags kinds of slaves, 'cause those you can get for real cheap. As a company, we -are- classy, but also ah, willing to please, if you know what I mean?"
Cedrian replied all too coolly to Ichimi's concerns, as if having expected such protests from her. "Have I ever gotten us 'extras' that messed the whole thing up? Of course they don't know ALL the details, but what they know is... actually, just the right amount! Don't worry, you know I've picked outside help before, and I'm always very careful about that."
"Punishment is only for slaves that misbehave, as you know, so whether or not you get the flog or the crop is up to you, now isn't it?" he teased.
"And now you're worried about how hot he is? Why, would you let him take you home if he were a '10?' Hah. Either way, I doubt anyone could be quite as fat and disgusting as our old friend Rodrigo... but no. He's not a bad-looking guy, I guess, though I'm probably not the best person to ask about that sort of thing. Risto does have ahm, specific tastes though. Which is part of why you're vital to this. If you're worried about him getting a little too invasive, don't worry--the two of you in particular will be ah, reserved, for a different customer."
Cedrian blinked in genuine surprise when Ichimi grabbed hold of him, but it didn't take long at all for him to regain his usual cool demeanor. "Hoh. That's the spirit. But yes, you're right... this isn't the most elegant role for you just yet. We'll need to find you something a little more uh, willing. Come with me?"
He motioned for her to follow him to his room, a place that Ichimi herself hadn't visited all too often. The room was fairly tidy, certainly in comparison to Josias or Rio's respective chambers, perhaps eerily so. It had an old world feel to it, with a worn globe, a screen, a chest, a bed and a desk completely made from dark, polished wood. Everything was stored away properly. The man stooped down to open the large wooden chest in one corner of his room, not too widely, but just enough to see what was in it.
After digging for a couple of seconds, he produced a garment that the catgirl could only guess was for her. It was... a decidedly skimpy outfit, made from two primary pieces. The first piece being a top that did well to cover her chest but little else in terms of her midriff and shoulders. The second was a silky loincloth of sorts. The edges of both were laced with gold filigree, and there was a pair of coiled armbands, matching anklets, and soft flats to complete the ensemble. It was certainly 'classy' in that it wasn't a cheap article by any means, but hardly so in that it was clearly meant to be used in the bedroom or for, well, a slave.
"Don't ask why I have it, just... try it on," said Cedrian. "We're not looking to show him dirty-rags kinds of slaves, 'cause those you can get for real cheap. As a company, we -are- classy, but also ah, willing to please, if you know what I mean?"
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