Quinn Pauper

Whatever.

-she sighs heavily and offers him a smile- Would you like to come celebrate your survival with me?

And here’s the world’s smallest violin playing “My Heart Bleeds For You.” [Jackson rolls his eyes] Or your tomatoes.

.....it's a flower garden...

You turn into a wolf. [Smirks] Was that supposed to be a trick question?

-She stops, glancing at him and raising her eyebrows with a small half hearted chuckle- Oh? How'd you figure that one out Bill Nye?

Quinn… my love… [He turns around to face her, chuckling as he closes the distance between them in half a moment. He grabs her thighs, prying them apart as he pulls her ass to the edge of his desk, settling his hips between her legs. Then he leans forward, slamming his hand down against the desk, effectively forcing her to lean back against the wooden surface. He smiles wryly down at her] We both know if you’re here, it’s not because you’re looking for a slave. Those, you can look at just fine all by yourself.

-As her fellow wolf assisted her with her body positioning, using his warm lips pressing into hers to guide her back, she smiled and allowed him to toy with her for a moment. A piece of her turned to butter under his muscular frame, and once he pressed between her thin legs, she wrapped one loosely over his back. Upon his recoil, she smirked up at him- Maybe I can, maybe I can't.

"Well then," she smiled inward to the blonde, "would you like to shower here, or at my place?" She looked towards the guard and motioned for him to allow Eva out.

"Preferably your place. The soap here smells almost as bad as the Chateau itself." She stepped out of her cage, turning to following the Mistress.

Eva glanced away, thinking for a moment. It had been a while since she’d been taken from her cage for anything more than a violent fucking. “It’s been a few months at least.”

"Well then," she smiled inward to the blonde, "would you like to shower here, or at my place?" She looked towards the guard and motioned for him to allow Eva out.

"Would you like to switch roles and see how you like it for a week?" Eva suggested, eyebrow cocked.

"Oh I'm quite alright on this side of the bars," she smiled, "when was the last time someone took you to dinner? Or a drink? Or five drinks?"

"More than I would care to have, that’s for sure."

"Don't make it sound like a bad thing, Dear."

"I’ve seen them all come and go a hundred times," she said with a shrug. "Though, I am out more often than I’m in."

"Lots of practice?" she smiled.

Eva chuckled, “I shouldn’t be the one you ask. I haven’t fucked any of the slaves in here.”

"I'm sure you see plenty come and go.." she paused,smirking through the bars, "unless youre normally out yourself."

Eva shrugged, her eyes moving around the cells. “What kind of good do you mean?”

Good.

-As Eva spoke, she flipped absentmindedly through the file, seeing Lochlan's relationship with the blonde behind the bars, she sighs and puts the slips back- Well that's good at least... tell me, Dear, who's good in here?