The curious wolf took his time to inspect every curve of the slave that appeared to be obediently preparing to massage him. She had an odd fur color, for a slave anyway. Most jackals came from further south, and were brown or tan in color. He had even seen a few with black fur, but never blue...which meant she was probably brought here through the slave trade. And that fur marking on her back was especially unsettling, but somehow it made her all the more inticing. "Have you been here long?" He questioned, almost knowing what the answer would be.

"For three days, my lord", she replied.

Three days? There -had- to be something amiss here, but Alim simply couldn't figure out what it might be! He decided it was time for some answers. He snuck up behind her as she lit a small candle and embraced her gently from behind, kissing her on the neck. She practically melted into his firm embrace and the warm kiss, and softly cooed. "But I'm not that kind of servant my lord", she quietly protested.

"Indeed...but then again, you're not really a masseuse either, are you my beauty?"

Tsenaya almost lost her cool. She knew he had to be some sort of intelligent, especially to be an ambassador, but she didn't know he'd catch on this quickly! Drastic action was needed. She spun slowly, facing the wolf who now looked at her with an interrogative stare that sent shivers down her spine. Years of being a diplomat had taught Alim to be cautious. She would have to force his hormones to take over if this plan was to work. "M-my lord, what do you mean?" she said, returning the embrace. "I only do my master's will, if you wish me to leavc, then I shall. But before you decide..."

She leaned forward and gently kissed him, letting her tongue slide just slightly into his mouth, but just barely allowing their muzzles to meet.This brought a slow muffled moan from him, effectively defusing his inquisition. "Well....I guess I just overreacted, you can stay- if you want to, that is". Mentally Tsenaya let out a sigh of releif, glad to be back on track with the plan. But it wasn't over yet.

"Now, please, lay on the bed face down. I will treat you to something special!", she winked and grinned, showing that she had something in mind for him. But by now, instinct had taken over the male's judgment, and he was a male that was sick and tired of foreplay, (which is a very dangerous thing)! Instead of laying on the bed, he took firm hold of her paper-thin robe, causing her to yelp and wriggle in his grasp. "P-Please STOP! You're hurting mee!!" she pleaded, still trying to free herself.

"Now it's time to show you why my nation is greater than yours, and why you shall soon by MY slave in the days to come, WHORE!!!"