"Very well," replies Vira. She lifts the skirt of her dress over her back to reveal her oversized flank, swollen belly hanging low between her knees. "I'm an assassin. I take contracts against people, I go out and find them, and I eat them. They often put up a fight, and so I will often require you to massage my stomach until they have digested. Obviously my identity must be kept secret at all times. Clients contact me anonymously and pay me anonymously, and I carry out the job regardless of target, save a few exceptions." She leans in close to Cara and looks her right in the eye. "If I ever find out that you have revealed or even hinted at my identity to anybody, the last thing you will ever see will be the walls of my stomach. Am I clear?"<br/><br/>Drake looks around, then shrugs. "Th' blacksmith's quiet these days, so Ah don't mind showin' ye t' a place ye can get food from," he rumbles. "An dependin' on th' job, Ah might be able t' help ye there too."<br/><br/>The shaft grows and grows, swelling larger and larger before Shawn's eyes until it's well past the size of a normal cock. And at the bottom... Is that a little glint of gold? It is... A large gold-plated brass cock ring, fitted tightly around the base of the wolf's cock. Seiteki smirks at him, then rather deliberately ties the leash onto a little loop on the underside of the ring, which fits suspiciously easily.<br/><br/>Nova flushes somewhat, her cheeks growing as red as her fur. "W-well, sir, that's um, v-very kind of you to say!" she replies, clearly rather flustered by this sudden praise!