Leila listened to the minotaur in terrified silence, unable to look away from his intense, penetrating gaze. She'd always been on the petite side, the other thieves towering over her in the meeting hall, but standing before this towering creature made her feel positively tiny, completely helpless before his might. She stammered quietly as he listed off her offenses, unable to move even though every fiber of her being screamed for her to run.<br/><br/>In the front her cloak hung open, offering Bak'Ran a much better view of her shapely young body. Her thin clothing was quickly becoming soaked through in the rain, clinging even closer to her nubile young body. She was trim and athletic, but with a generous swell to her hips and bust. Catfolk were widely known for their loveliness, which, when combined with endurance and flexibility no human could possess, made them prized conquests for any race.<br/><br/>"Pay...?" She finally whispered, the faint hope of escape sparking in her mind. "Pay how...?"