finished test early, have a post lmao
The slave peered up at the motion of one of his masters, blue eyes capturing the motion. There was only a curt nod and the Akita began to fumble with the meat. There were plates - old ceramics properly cleaned by him - and the meat was piled onto each. It was clearly still somewhat bloody; the red grease swirled out of it, even if the meat had been fairly lean to begin with. All meat would sweat the sickly oils and this way there was less of if in their guts. But their ancestors had enjoyed it hadn't they? For the nourishment?
As the white slave prepped their meal, Isabella delicately, and gracefully, sat herself down on the cloth her mate had offered her. She folded silk beneath her legs and folded those beneath her. Thick, slightly curled tail covered her feet as she waited for the slave to bring the meat and for her lover to sit himself down. She patted the cloth beside her and waited for him to plant himself there. Kaoru approached with the plates carefully balanced in his experienced hands. There was no shake to them but there was a cook of concentration on his face; they were not quite so heavy, but he dare not spill unless he wanted punishment. And often he was more than good enough to avoid something bad, but why risk it.
"Chère, are you inviting me to claim some of your private reserves?" she asked innocently, plucking a piece of meat from the plate now sitting before her. The slave moved off to sit out of sight but in ready distance behind the pair of them. Why sully such a lovely moment by his presence, handsome as he was? As Isabella chewed, she carefully let the juice slip down her throat rather than down her chin. She had an image to maintain. "Perhaps we can do both at the same time. An incense stick will meld with what you have, surely?" Isabella had helped provide the scented oils for the sticks, but it was the other man who now often made them for her. His technique was so much better than hers. Impulsively, the woman picked a piece of roast off Thorn's plate and offered it to him with her delicate fingers, almost a loving gesture if she wasn't truly kissing up to him so he would share his precious commodity.
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