Mayae's coos where almost to the moans, when she abruptly stiffened, feeling a knife on her throat. Cursing herself, as she was poked with the knife, she turned slightly, a slight sneer on her face, her violet eyes flashing. Gasping when her grabs her hair and yanks, she slide out of the tub, still glaring hard enough at him to kill a dragon. She knew what was about to happen, and until he moved the knife, she simply had to wait.<br/><br/>Getting on her knees, she feels her breasts jiggling as she moves, and wishes she could ge rid of the damn slave collar.