Endure. For just a little longer, endure. Look at Mynx. Right in the eyes. Watch the way the scales shudder like a wave across her arm. She's about to crack. She's going to break first. Imagine the sweetness of that moment, that comes from being patient. Just a little longer. She'll pack up the show and move to the important bit. Endure. As long as it's just the three of them, endure. The world is Mynx and the world is Bella. The world is their princess. So endure. Endure. En--

Bella startles at the clumsy, unsubtle clomping of heavy feet into the chamber. Unfamiliar. New. Soldiers. And more. And more! The air fills with new smells, new sweats: there's a bit of salt lagging somewhere in the back, barely noticeable over the much stronger punch of bronze that must mean the Princess' new toy has found them, and coming from... ghk. The world is expanding, filling with eyes and ears and the heat of Redana's body wriggling against and the sounds that are escaping from her mouth! How is she supposed to focus over these garbled, wet moans? This lustful, longing noise that's lancing through her brain? Mynx is brushing her ear. Just touching it really, just for comfort, but she can feel it stirring inside her, there's a purr sneaking into her throat, and no no no, fuck, no. NO!

It's Hera's hands that touch the cuffs locking Mistress and Servant in place. It's her blessing and her desire that rules this moment. So it's Bella's hands that spring free, and in another instant she's twisted up, twisted free, twisted away, and twisted her tail around Redana's wrist just long enough to get her tangled in the sudden excess of chain as the servitor jumps to her feet at the expense of her owner. 

It's too late. Redana's fire has already caught her fur. She's bristling with the sheer heat and indignity of it all. Her breath is ragged and shallow, sucking air greedily through the leather gag. Her knees buckle with fresh weakness, but her claws are free at last. They tense and scrabble desperately at the band stuffed inside her lips, tearing through it as easily as if it were paper. Her shallow gasps turn into a deep, heaving gasp. It does nothing for the blush that dominates her cheeks. 

Against all instinct, she closes her eyes. She lifts her hands, talons gleaming in the light of the room, and lifts her deadly weapons to her head. With utmost care and precision, she smooths her long blue-black hair back into perfection. She gingerly adjusts her jacket, her sleeves with their merrily chiming bells, her delicate and still soaking skirts. She bends down and deftly plucks her princess off the floor and back into her arms. [s]Where she should have been this whole time.[/s] At no point do her fingers go near Redana's dual gag. She turns and faces Alexa, while her tail flicks with equal parts annoyance and embarrassment. 

"Don't let it bother you," she says with a wan smile, "Her Highness simply can't help herself sometimes. It's why she's so constantly in over her head. If anything, I should apologize to you for failing to stop her from dragging you into this... little adventure. But don't worry! I can take it from here. It won't be necessary for you to serve her anymore."