| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t Luxia sighed, looking back at the shining full moon behind the bars of her cell, her tail wagging gently while she awaited for her master to come and retrieve her. It's been about 5 years since she was captured, and enslaved, and at this point, she's become used to this way of life that she's been forced upon her. Her ears then twitched, hearing the faint echoes of footsteps from the dungeon's dank, dimly lit hallways, and she slowly stood up, her gilded chains rattling slightly, and she gasped softly when the small length of chain running between her breasts was pulled slightly. She'll never get used to wearing the harem outfit she's forced to wear, which never covers much. Luxia could hear the footfalls growing louder and louder, and she would begin practicing her usual exotic dance that she's expected to perform before her master, her chains rattling loudly to her movement. After years of dancing for her owner, she's gotten used to dancing despite the shackles binding her wrists and ankles together. She would continue her dance, the footsteps grow ever closer until her master had finally arrived. Her master, who goes by the name of Jean-Pierre LaFleur, was a handsome yellow-furred feline, with shining emerald eyes, and with a haughty personality to boot. Jean would meet eyes with her slave, smirking at her as he watched his lovely little whore dance for his enjoyment. He would watch her entrancing performance for a few seconds before he opened the doors of Luxia's prison cell, and he would then slowly approach the white-furred feline, which she would only respond with a soft, angry hiss at him. Jean would only let out a chuckle at his slave's vain attempt of show defiance against him, before he proceeded to move behind her and gently grasped the woman's large breasts. "Now now... Such attitude will only get you in more trouble, my darling~" Jean spoke to her mockingly, which made Luxia growl softly while he kneaded her breasts. Jean just huffed at his slave's response before his hands slowly moved it's way down to his slave's womanly curves, from the waist to her hips, which despite her trying her best not to do so, has made the slave let out a soft moan. Jean chuckled amusingly, and his hands would move under Luxia's skirt, and he would begin to feel the soaking wet slit between Luxia's legs, and that more than enough to make her moan out pleasantly, all the while her legs quivering. "B-Bastard..." Luxia berated to his master, clearly bemused by the perverse acts her master forced her to do. Jean's respond to that was a deep huff, and giving a good, solid smack to his slave's rear, which made her let out a soft gasp. "Tsk tsk tsk... Still defiant to the end, I see... Ah well~ You're more fun like this~" Jean said to her scornfully. Jean would then attach a gilded chain leash on Luxia's collar, and he gestured for her to stand up. "Now follow me, my darling~ I have guests who are eager to see you~" Luxia sighed, nodding to her master's order before she followed her master out of her cell, and through the dungeon. She can already tell that she has a long night ahead of her. \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t