Svara knew he wouldn't ask question and that was what Svara wanted. A grin slipped over her lips. He would give her what she wanted, and she would make sure he couldn't use it against her, not like had happened before. His words about changing her mind made her laugh slightly. "Shut the fuck up. You know nothing." Her voice was a husky groan of laughter and entertainment. It didn't matter what he said, as long as he did what he was supposed to and gave her what she wanted. This was just sex, nothing more, only that this was one man she had always wanted to respect her. It didn't matter anymore.
Her collar was ripped from her neck, she felt naked without it. Her yellow eyes even watched it fall. A part of her wanted to retrieve it, remembered her promise. Grinding her teeth she let her mind sink back into the moment, the scars alive with memories of retrieving them. Life was cruel to put her on this path, just as lonely as she had been from the very begining.
He spoke in his french, much like the other man had, one of the many of them. She knew some words, mostly the vulgar ones. Her arms moved around his neck to pull his head close to hers, while her back was shoved non to gently into the wood post. It made a hiss of pleasure move through her teeth a delicate grin on her lips. Leaning into his ear she licked and nipped before speaking. "You can't own what's not ownable." Svara said in her husky voice that revealed everything with those simple words. Her hands buried into his own mane, her own thick locks a tangled mess running down her back.