The pantherlike creature let out a long, low purr as its tentacles draped lightly over her clothing.  The hooks sank in and it began to simply shred what she was wearing.  "Don't worry," Mourn said as he approached, handing her the potion he'd brought out.  "He always does that.  Something about removing past scents, I believe is what he usually refers to it as."  Mourn would smirk slightly as it stepped away, sitting on the edge of the platform as it regarded what was about to happen.<br/><br/>"Hell of a way to join," Mourn laughed.  "Takes a lot of courage to say that you're willing to fuck a creature such as he.  Although it's a way to ensure your stay.  If you're willing to trade your body, many will seek to take care of you.  Just be prepared for it all."  Both beast and handler waited for her to drink the potion, knowing that it would be the only thing that could hold her together as the creature ravished her to nearly no end.