	Lorelei stepped out of the shower, her fur glistening with moisture as she grabbed the towel with her claws. Admiring her form in the mirror, she began to towel off the remaining moisture, turning this way and that. She didn’t consider herself much of a narcissist… but she could appreciate the beauty she worked so hard to acquire and maintain. 

	Once she felt she’d dried off enough, she flipped her damp hair over her shoulder before wrapping her towel around her, stepping out of the bathroom of her hotel room.

	“I do apologize for keeping you waiting.” She spoke as she strut over to her suitcase on the bed, beginning to pull some fresh clothes out. “I just hadn’t showered today, and was starting to feel a little dirty.”

	Dropping the towel from her body, leaving her standing naked for just a moment as she pulled a pair of magenta lace panties up her bare legs until they sat snugly around her curvy hips. A matching bra came next, pulled around her chest and clasped together behind her. Still taking her time to put on a slow, sensual show, a lacy magenta garter belt was brought to rest around her hips as well before finally, magenta nylon stockings with lacy trim were pulled up her legs, giving them a soft, warm look. And to preserve her modesty, if only somewhat, her black bathrobe was pulled over the ensemble of intimate wear, tied loosely together to just barely hide her underwear. 

	“I just hope you don’t mind my being so forward. I usually don’t put out like this after meeting someone so soon. But given that we’ll be waiting a while for your partner to return…”

	Lorelei turned her eyes towards the head of the bed, fixing them on the other guest in her room.

	“I figured we could keep each other company.”

	The figure she was speaking to was a young, male raccoon dressed only in his boxers, his wrists tied to each of the bedposts of the headboard. Along with the simple knotted cleave gag jammed in his mouth, his bondage was hardly restrictive. With enough time, he wagered he would have managed to struggle free. In fact he’d been trying just that when Lorelei had stepped out of the shower. Something the bat woman had definitely noticed…

	“Oh you sweet little thing…” Lorelei giggled as she crawled up the bed until she was on top of the raccoon, lowering herself down on top of him so that her generous bosom was resting just below his chin. “I thought we had a deal here? And here you are trying to quite literally wiggle out of it.”

	“Whnghft? Nmo nmo, I wanghfs… tryinghf tngoo scrafcht ang inghtch.” The raccoon, known as Rutger, explained with a sheepish grin.

	“An itch?” Lorelia giggled, gently rubbing one of Rutger’s ears. “Funny you mention that. I have a bit of an itch myself right now…”

	She began to slowly rub her body up and down Rutger’s smiling mischeviously at Rutger’s own flushed face as he let out a small moan into the gag.

	“And I think a cute young man like you might just be able to scratch it for me.”

	Reaching up to Rutger’s face, Lorelei slowly untied the cleave gag, pulling it away from the raccoon’s face. Rutger wiggled his jaw a bit before he talked.

	“I hope you know that Faye is probably already at the police station right now.” He said with a smirk.

	“Mmm… no, I don’t think so.” Lorelei smiled. “She clearly loves you. So I think she’s willing to do exactly what I asked of her if it means I don’t smuggle you back to my home palace.”

	“If you have a palace, why are you bothering with asking her to steal something from a museum?” Rutger asked. “Sounds to me like you’re pretty well off.”

	“I don’t want something from a museum for money.” Lorelei waved off. “I want it for the history. I have quite a collection of artifacts from my culture. It just so happens that little museum your lady friend has a press pass for has something I very much want for my collection.”

	Rutger gulped nervously at that, looking to Lorelei.
	“And… if she gets caught stealing?”

	“Then at least I won’t be going home empty handed…” Lorelei cooed in a quiet, sensual voice as she gave a small kiss to Rutger’s cheek. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to leave a little notice that does help clear her of implications. I’m not a heartless woman.”

	“And… what’s to stop me from calling for help right now?” Rutger asked, looking around. “This is a pretty nice hotel, and lots of people are in town for the museum exhibit’s opening.”

	“I’m glad you asked…” Lorelei grinned, her feetclaws already grabbing something as she brought it up to her hands. “By all means. Go ahead. Call for help.”

	“... I’ll do it!” Rutger threatened, starting to feel a little nervous. She seemed oddly okay with this.

	“By all means.” Lorelei encouraged.

	Rutger looked at her for a few more moments, feeling the tension in the air…
	And then he opened his mouth to let out a shout for help.

	“H-!!!”


	He barely got a single noise out of his mouth before, quick as lightning, Lorelei’s hand shoved something into his mouth. The pair of panties she’d worn that morning.

	“And here I was hoping we would be able to have a pleasant chat.” Lorelei sighed in mock disappointment, patting Rutger’s now slightly packed cheek. “Oh well. I suppose I’ll just have to indulge in my little fetish…”

	Keeping the silk panties shoved into Rutger’s mouth my pressing one finger against his parted lips, Lorelei pulled her suitcase closer, pulling some more pairs of silk panties, as well as some of her scarves, out.

	“In case you couldn’t tell, I’m quite fond of silk.” She giggled, tail flicking back and forth. “It’s just so smooth and cool to the touch…”

	“Hmmph! Gmmph fmmph!” Rutger shouted, shaking his head side to side to try and dislodge Lorelei’s finger from his face. But she held it firm wherever his head moved, even she she balled up several move pairs of her underwear.

	“But you know what I love most about silk?” She asked.

	Rutger wasn’t given a chance to even try and answer before she shoved another pair into his mouth. And another. And soon nine pairs filled his cheeks, leaving them bulging quite noticeably.

	“Just how good a gag it makes.” Lorelei mused dreamily. “You see… my ears are quite sensitive. It means I can hear things at a level not many others can. Small, almost indescribable details…”

	Lorelei readed one of her scarves, beginning to wrap it around the front of Rutger’s head, just below his nose.

	“And I suppose hearing that sensitive has made me into… well, a bit of a sound snob.” She admitted with an almost bashful tone.

	“All the doors of my palace are made of the same wood, because the sound they make as they open and close is just so much more pleasant with the type they are than, say, these odd little hotel doors. My palace garden is designed for just the right sounds to carry through it.”

	Rutger could only listen to Lorelei talk passionately about the sounds of her life as she continued to gag him, tying two more scarves OTM style before she began to wrap them over his forehead, like she were dressing him in headscarves.

	“I learned, when practicing with my beautiful harem girls, that silk gags produce just some of the most delectable moans.” She practically moaned out, seeming to swoon. “The mmphs so smooth and soft… the moans so velvety rich. It’s like if a sweet, delectable dessert was turned into a sound.”

	Rutger could practically feel the heat of her own neediness now as she described it, wrapping a fourth headscarf over Rutger. 

	“I wonder if someone with ears as small as yours understands what a good gag means to me? I mean, you certainly seem to be getting excited.”

	Rutger’s eyes drifted down, proceeding to widen as his face burned brightly. It looked like his own neediness was just as obvious as Lorelei’s. 

	“Not to worry. I’m almost done.” Lorelei assured as she readied the final scarves.

	Six of them were carefully layered over his face, OTN style, and tied nice and snug behind his head. And the last four? Well, Lorelei proceeded to slowly pull Rutger’s underwear off, the raccoon mmphing in embarrassments before Lorelei proceeded to begin fashioning a loincloth for him out of the last scarves.

	“You look absolutely gorgeous, dearie.” Lorelei mused lustfully at her handiwork. “If I weren’t a bat of my word, I’d whisk you away to my harem on the hour. But, let it never be said I didn’t hold up a bargain. Let’s just hope your lady fried actually makes it back. For your sake.”

	Rutger whimpered as Lorelei let her claws explore his body, feeling up his pecs, rolling his nipples between her claws, giving his crotch a few squeezes and strokes through the scarves, rubbing the insides of his legs…

	Rutger was completely at her mercy, and there was nothing he could do to resist the treatment she was putting him through. Even when she finally unbound his wrists from the corners of the bed, rearranging his arms into a boxtie as she began to bind his body in some elaborate shibari ropework, Rutger couldn’t muster the will to escape. Not with the pleasure of it all pulsing so hotly through his body.

	Lorelei soon lay in bed with Rutger, her teasing touches still not relenting.

	“I’ll give your lady friend until morning.” Lorelei yawned. “If she’s not back by then… well, I don’t need to explain to you what happens.”

	Rutger huffed nervously through the gag, looking over at Lorelei with concerned eyes. He was barely lasting this. A lifetime spent as this bat’s slave?


	He really hoped Faye got back with what she was sent for.