<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/monstergirlencyclopedia/images/2/21/Hellhound_cloth.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width-down/339?cb=20150222064724)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">RENOA</span><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miyako's estate<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Miyako, Juno<br/><hr/><br/>Renoa looked honestly hurt for a moment as Miyako refused the notion that she was worth masturbating to. "What? You weren't?...." She mumbles, looking down at her own perky breasts and toned body, trying to figure out what wasn't to like about her appearance. "But I thought...I see...then you really don't like me." She adds, reaching the only conclusion that made sense, her ears drooping sadly at the realization. She had always been proud of her appearance, and had assumed with how eager Miyako's body seemed to be around her that the girl would harbor some fantasies about her, some they might even get the chance to play out some day. But alas, Miyako shot those hopes down in a fiery blaze leaving her to feel ugly and unloved.<br/><br/>She listened idly to the conversation between the butler and Miyako. Her ears perking a little at the mention of security and guards. "Now why would she need security? You have me!" She says, eager to prove she could still be of use and shouldn't be sent back just because Miyako found her appearance displeasing. "If anyone wants to hurt Mistress Miyako they'll have to go through me first!" She states matter of factly. She grabs a piece of rib, that has a good few inches of meet around the bone, tilting it up in the center of the plate, and effortlessly using one claw to flay the meat from the bone in demonstration. "And I am not one to trifle with." She adds, picking that newly liberated piece of cooked flesh and popping it into her mouth to chew.<br/><br/>The apparent decision to let Miyako be the deciding factor also didn't quite sit right with her. Miyako seemed totally submissive and meek, the sort who didn't really like hurting feelings (though he had just hurt Renoa's with her little comment about not jerking off to her.) She'd probably just hire the first person set in front of her to avoid conflict. "Can I be there when you pick?" Renoa asks curiously. "I...have a pretty good nose for personality...might be able to sniff out a bad apple or two." She adds, still eager to prove herself to Miyako some how since hunting, one of her greatest skills, was now apparently useless.