"She doesn't look like much, does she?" said Fengye. "Weak. Helpless. Bent over and spanked. Do you want to know a secret?"

She leaned down to whisper in the soft, velvet triangle ear of the N'yari.

"She's only like that because I [i]will [/i]it so. Were I to will it otherwise, she could overcome any one of your warriors in battle. Because she's my little miss good girl and she will be anything at all I choose for her to be,"

The faintest bite on the edge of those gently furred ears. The softest touch of breath. "I could be for you what she is for me. Put a blade in her hand and a collar around her throat and let me turn her into a warrior again. Then, if you can beat her, we'll both be yours, however you wish us. Or... if she beats you... you'll be [i]ours[/i]."