As the small procession passed the guards, Tamaska was shocked by their nonchalant glance in her direction. It seemed odd to her that someone could grow accustomed to such things as every new experience threatened to overwhelm to hapless priestess. She wondered if there would ever be a time that such a thing was so commonplace that she did not even react. Her momentary day dream was cut short as the leash pulled tight and she hurried to crawl after Emberspike.<br/><br/>The feel of the carpet under her knees and hands felt marvellous and soft. It was nice to see that the opulence she had seen so far extended to such minor details. Her thoughts flicked to the Baron and she wondered nervously whether or not he would find the entertainment that she offered to his liking. Part of her worried about the consequences should she not meet expectations.<br/><br/>Again she was drawn from her thoughts, this time by Emberspike's voice. His comment made her blush and she was surprised by the pang of sadness she felt at the mention of them parting. She had grown very accustomed to him and to Bahiyya and the thought of not serving them seemed odd to her. She even smiled at their moment of bickering. She found it strangely endearing. When Bahiyya's honeyed voice mentioned her surprise, Tamaska's head moved to focus at the same place as her gaze was.<br/><br/>The troll purred at the sight of the servant. He was so handsome that Tamaska would almost describe him as pretty and when Bahiyya kissed him so voraciously she found herself feeling jealous of both. She watched the servant turn to leave and only focused her attention on her Master and Mistress when Bahiyya spoke again. The thought of a gift left her both excited and nervous but she simply eyed the cage curiously. Her thighs rubbed together when Emberspike called her 'fuck-puppy'. As degrading as it was she found it to her liking.<br/><br/>The sight of the faerie dragon had Tamaska tilting her head in confusion. It seemed an odd gift and she could only stare soundlessly with one delicate brow arched as the trio talked back and forth. Oddly, the small, mouthy creature's gaze seemed to bore into her and she had to fight not to flinch. Having Kumar staring down his nose at her made her feel oddly squeamish.  At the question asked her pretty, bruised lips twisted into an expression that was akin to her having just eaten something foul but she nodded.<span style="color: indigo"> "Yes Mistress Bahiyya, I accept your gracious gift... does it come with a gag though?" </span>She asked, pouting in a way that was barely perceptible . She had a feeling that her time spent with the spiteful little beast would be the worst thing she had to endure so far.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>