"Dinner is here,<em>Mistress Ingra</em>." came a stern tone from the bed, as the light-skinned woman with brown hair sat up, the sheets falling down revealing the upper part of her bare form, breasts large, firm, and perky on her muscular and slightly stocky body "Manners, Ruby.  I expect them and you will give them."<br/><br/>She motioned for the hyena girl to lay with her, of course with the tray on the furry one's own lap, but the ale in Ingra Hammershaft's own.  She always held the ale, always.  As Ruby went to lay with her, she'd feel a firm, stinging swat to her hindquarters; a reminder that she had best re-learn her manners, for punishment was swift, and not gentle.<br/><br/>"Thank you though." she said after, taking a good, hearty,<em>long</em>sip of the ale, her face scrunching up "Bah, human ale again... why is it that the half of my ancestry that actually is out and about in the world is the one that knows least about good proper drink?"<br/><br/>Rhetorical of course, but one day Ingra hoped to find an answer to it anyway.  She motioned for Ruby to feed her with one hand, and then with the other... well, she knew she liked 'entertainment' with her meal when she could have it...<br/><br/>"Hear anything while you were down there Ruby?" she asked as she enjoyed her rest after a relatively routine hunt earlier that day.