<strong>The Pits<br/>Francie’s Place (Upstairs)</strong><br/><br/><br/>She hadn’t exactly expected a warm welcome, but Kirk’s rude greeting, his rough handling that had her all but dragged up a flight of stairs and thrown across a room, the way she landed awkwardly on the stained bed— Tamis was royally pissed by the time she collected herself enough to stand again.<br/><br/>“Now, listen, I didn’t come here for a fight. The old woman brought me. I asked her about your hoverbike.” As she subtly let him know she’d been directed here by Rob, her voice was soft and her palms were held up, facing out toward the potentially very dangerous Logan  in a gesture meant to convey surrender, lack of aggression. Even if she was, underneath it, wondering how far she’d get if she simply kicked him in balls.<br/><br/>But Tamis wasn’t a big woman, and  did not possess any kind of skill that that could be used in physical combat. Manipulation of the mind was her forte. She planned on using it, now. “I came to find Soames. I suppose you’re one of his men.” She’d already ascertained that this male carried himself like an alpha, and therefore probably was a rival to the notorious rebel leader rather than a mere lackey. Getting him blustering about himself was a good way to take the focus of his aggression off herself. Without giving Logan a chance to answer she continued, while taking a carefully casual step toward the table and its closest chair, lowering her hands to her sides, “I need a meeting with him, urgently. I have some information he could use.”<br/><br/>Unless she was rudely interrupted in the act, Tam would slowly slide the chair out, looking to Kirk as if for permission to sit down. Let him think he was in charge— the fact that, for all intents and purposes, he was exactly that already was beside the point. It was how he felt, about himself, about Tam herself, that would determine how this meeting would pan out.<br/><br/><br/><div align="center">* * *</div><br/><br/><strong>Pickler's House of Pleasure</strong><br/><br/><br/>Bambi tilted her head over to one side as the pretty lady strolled past the cages, one black-tipped fingernail scratching at a non-existent itch behind her long and delicate ear. It was a habitual gesture made when she was feeling uncomfortable or uncertain about something, which was most things, so she was always scratching.<br/><br/>She remembered the lady from somewhere… didn’t she? Bambi watch her pause by Dionys, of whom she was fond, and pass by 13A, of whom she wasn’t. 13A smelled like a predator to the hybrid deer, and though he’d never tried to eat her up, even when they mated while the humans watched and he got all snarly at the end, there was something about him that made her jumpy without her knowing why.<br/><br/>Bambi didn’t know a lot of things. The big, round man who fed them and told them what to do called her “Dummy”, which was confusing, because he called her “Bambi” whenever the other humans were there.<br/><br/>Some of those people were hurtful and very mean, too, and she didn’t understand why they’d want to be, but the fact was they were, and Bambi didn’t mind it so much, if she got a little rest between to let her body heal up all the way.<br/><br/>The pretty lady took Dionys away into the dark room with the colourful lights. Bambi was a little bit sorry she did, since she liked the lights and the lady didn’t look like the type who’d be hurtful or mean. She was too pretty for that, with her lovely yellow hair and smiles.<br/><br/>Yellow hair. Smiles.<br/><br/><em>~ Come, my deer.~ *Laughter* </em><br/>A different lady with yellow hair and white teeth showing all the time.<br/><em>~ Lick me. Right there. Oh yes, there. Oooh, that’s goooood.~</em><br/>And the sharp little whip. Dionys mounting her, then the lady, then her again. Then after, when the fat man came back:<br/><em>~I like that new one, Philop. Such a long tongue. Dionys was a bit off his game though.</em><br/><sub><em>~ Ah, was he now, Gretal? He’s had a very busy week, though. I’ll stick a little pick-me-up in his veins for your next visit, though, eh? </em></sub><br/><em>~ Be sure you do, Philop. It’s so difficult to feel I’ve had my money’s worth when I am so wonderfully spoiled at home…</em><br/><br/>Blink.<br/><br/>Bambi didn’t like being left here without Dionys, and 13A there, all sneaky-eyed and smelling mean. She flopped her ear over to the side again, scratching it and scratching, until the fat man who called himself Papa appeared with two other humans, a lady and a man. This time they stopped at Bambi’s cage. The lady peered in, but didn’t come very close. The man reached through her bars and pinched all four of her nipples until they were hard and she felt a rush of wetness and hunger in her slit, the urge to fuck pulsing deep inside her like an itch that only being mounted could scratch. Bambi wriggled up against the cage hoping he'd pinch them some more, but the lady tugged him away.<br/><br/>“They don’t..<em>bite</em>, or anything… do they?”<br/>