<div class="floatright">(https://img.fireden.net/tg/image/1515/01/1515012561560.jpg)</div><strong>Jas Silverwing</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=314507.msg15213239#msg15213239)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Camp, approaching Meow's tent<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Myra, Lucifel, Meow<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 27/27<strong>AC</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: NA<br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong>:  1st 3/4  | 2nd 2/2<br/><hr/><br/>Jas almost called it off and turned around then and there at the sheer gall of Meow's request.  To not call him "Master" for this evening's...event was all right, and there was some excitement to the idea of that word being used for the lovely and commanding noblewoman.  But insisting that Maya refer to Dame Meow as "master" after this was over?  That was overstepping the bounds of this agreement in his view.<br/><br/>The pretty elf lad looked at his shapely Guardian, "It is all right to do as she says for this night, Myra.  After this night...I will not command you to use any particular word to address Dame Silverfur.  The choice is yours.  But I am your master and will remain so."  He could invoke that control through their bond.  If he ordered, she had to obey.  He had used that power sparingly and preferred to request or ask and work with her as a team rather than to dictate.  But he would if necessary.<br/><br/>Jas then took a deep breath and entered the tent.  The darkness within was no challenge to his elven eyes; he saw just as clearly, maybe even more so, than Meow herself.   When the bard made her demand that they crawl, Jas' pouty lips formed a grimace but then he took another deep breath.  He had agreed to this.  He knew that she would make it humiliating.  But it was only so if he felt it.  And the thought of crawling to the lush bodied women was not...entirely without...interest.  "As you wish, Dame Silverfur."  He glanced back at Myra and nodded, "Follow close to me and I'll lead the way."  Her body was human, even if she was truly not a being of this plane, which meant she could not see in this darkness as he could.<br/><br/>Jas set his staff near the entrance flap and then sank to his knees, feeling his cheeks starting to flush already.  His hands then found the floor; her tent apparently having carpets laid down to create a floor that wasn't simply the ground, at least in some places.  His blue eyes seemed to almost shine faintly as they drank in the most minute motes of light and guided him through the blackness of the tent's interior.  He took the liberty of pausing to remove his boots; not wanting to dirty the carpets or anything else inside, and then began to crawl through the darkness on his hands and knees.  He felt his cheeks heating further as he crossed the space.  This...this was so...and it created in him such a strange tangle of emotions!  And he felt so exposed, vulnerable even, despite still wearing his garments.  It felt like it took a minute or more to reach where Meow sat, though he knew it was actually far less time.   The pale skinned wizard paused in his approach perhaps two feet from where she waited and sat back on his knees, coming to a kneeling position.  "Good evening, Dame Silverfur," he offered, inclining his head.