Brom sipped at his goblet, watching as the hounds nuzzled and sniffed at the naked woman in the room's center.  The room's laughter and buzzing conversation dimmed as those assembled focused their attention upon the spectacle unfolding for their entertainment.<br/><br/>The hound yipped excitedly and soon the heated red flesh of that inhuman shaft was in her hand, the moist heat of it sliding across her palm as her audience murmured in approval and urged her on, some calling for her to go ahead and let the beast mount her while others urged her to take it in her lips.  And as the other hounds smelled the scent of arousal, they grew more eager as well.<br/><br/>And above the jeering an cheering rose Brom's voice.  "Make sure to see to them all like a good bitch," he ordered.