He'd finished eating well enough, rising to his feet as the door opened and Sirus arrived. The male bird-kin was certainly far from a trappy butt-slut, but he could carefully change that given time and natural hormonal remedies. It did remind him somewhat that he should try to speak with Eleanor about making it so Byra doesn't have to worry about her body-hair. As he made his way over, recovering the two collars, he sized them both up somewhat as he stood just a bit taller than the lean bird and the nicely-shaped tigress. Two clicks sounded one after the other, the collars going on and his ring at least protecting him and the others. It wasn't going to stop their foul mouths if they had them, of course, and it would prove useful if they tried to run away based on what the Madam had told him.
"Thank you, Sirus... go ahead and measure them. Both of you... remain still. You may breathe and speak, but you are not to move unless Sirus asks of it. If you so much as dare argue, I'll strip you of your will and force you to stay still. And, as you might choose to believe or not, I don't want to do that to either of you. Now... your names?"
Standing shirtless as he was, he was close enough to be more masculine than the bird in body-frame and a matching bulge in his pants. The tigress likely respected strength as well, and, unlike the herm, the mercenary knew and likely came off as not someone dominating like the MILF-herm but as someone who had seen his fair share of fights. It was also now that he'd have to get more precise views over any other detailing marks they might have and how he might have the newest of the duo end-up getting dressed.
"If you don't choose to give me any, I'll be giving you new ones... I'd rather treat you equally than as a slave. My lamia over there may wear a collar, but she is far more free and like a lover than the kobold. The kobold tried to rape me and now she's been adjusted and will keep working on forgiveness... so you can either be like her and get edged and fucked without release or you can be like Selena and work with me so we all have a better time."
"Thank you, Sirus... go ahead and measure them. Both of you... remain still. You may breathe and speak, but you are not to move unless Sirus asks of it. If you so much as dare argue, I'll strip you of your will and force you to stay still. And, as you might choose to believe or not, I don't want to do that to either of you. Now... your names?"
Standing shirtless as he was, he was close enough to be more masculine than the bird in body-frame and a matching bulge in his pants. The tigress likely respected strength as well, and, unlike the herm, the mercenary knew and likely came off as not someone dominating like the MILF-herm but as someone who had seen his fair share of fights. It was also now that he'd have to get more precise views over any other detailing marks they might have and how he might have the newest of the duo end-up getting dressed.
"If you don't choose to give me any, I'll be giving you new ones... I'd rather treat you equally than as a slave. My lamia over there may wear a collar, but she is far more free and like a lover than the kobold. The kobold tried to rape me and now she's been adjusted and will keep working on forgiveness... so you can either be like her and get edged and fucked without release or you can be like Selena and work with me so we all have a better time."