Fengye looks at the N'yari lying across her thighs. A creature of desire. She could see it so clearly she didn't even need the mask.

She set her hand firmly against the girl's cheek, up to her ears, behind those fluffy triangles, and [i]scratched[/i].

"She [i]was [/i]bothering me," said Fengye, for if she had made a lord of hell into a mewling slave what had she to fear from a catgirl? It was a tenuous bluff, built on nothing. But if it worked...? What if it [i]worked[/i]? "Complaining. Ordering. Thieving. After all the trouble I went through for her - but it's my fault. I only ever showed her my gentle side," she leaned forwards, not fully aware of the curl of authority in her voice. A demon binder's practiced tone of absolute command. "I'd like you and your sisters to show her my harsh side. Demonstrate to her what awaits [i]bad girls[/i]."

[Entice: [b]8[/b]]