"No... I... er... only have you."
Hinata would move to sit beside his brother, the Lamia seeming to catch the Kitsune spying on her. With her thick coat sealing her away, she simply uncoils and uses her snaky tail to pat a nearby cushion. She doesn't speak, however, as a new door slides open near the big cushion. The gooman turned her gaze toward Charlotte next, frowning as she'd quickly lift one of her dripping arms and slinging the mess out to lewdly smack against her hip. But rather than hurt or knock her around, the stuff splashed out and around her, sticking and pulling her off her feet to bring her to flop face-down on the cushion. Her voice would come out quiet and meek, releasing the Kitsune with a frown.
"You mustn't be standing when Master Jiro enters... it is most informal and will get your master reprimanded." "Sssssshe's right... you sssssshould learn to sssit down quickly."
The blonde Lamia has quickly spoken out, lowering and slithering over to Charlotte as her lengthy tail whisked out to encompass her. The warmth of the snake was unnaturally high, the magic-bands wrapped around the length seeming to be the source. With snake had coiled to gently hold Charlotte, her hand free and gently petting the Kitsune behind the ears with a small smile. She seemed seasoned enough handling fox ears, but the real reason had been to ensure that Charlotte wasn't up and about as a knock sounded. Coming through the doorway, standing roughly ten feet tall and having to hunch over once he was in the room, a large brute of a cyclops would sit on a rather absurdly small chair before the trio. His skin was brown, his big brown eye focused on the trio. His kimono was snow-white with gold trim, the man speaking with a deep and booming voice one expected from the large species of monster.
"Shiki, Kenta, Hinata... it has been some time since I saw the Yamamoto family. I smell a Kitsune... is it safe to assume she is Hinata's breeding wife?" "M-Milord, I-I don't-" "She's the first of his ceremonial harem, Lord Jiro. Yamamoto tradition will ensure he has more. I discussed with you one such possible candidate... and if you would have my brother's sword, I swear to produce a slime-child with Shiki as a sign of good faith."
Hinata looked to Kenta, seemingly flushed at the idea, but both Shiki and the older brother don't even flinch under the scrutiny of the large monster man's eye. In fact, Shiki puts on a smile that betrayed her earlier bad mood.
"If I bore a son with Kenta, you would rise in power and fame, milord. And if not, you would have another of my daughters to pleasure and tend to you... as your Pleasure-Samurai, it is my job to ensure you have more than enough men or women... it is most assuredly worthwhile to let us breed..." "Mmm... if that is the case, then I shall grant the request you came to me with, Kenta. In exchange for a child, born out of wedlock and into servitude, Hinata may be allowed to enter my service and take Himeya as his servant."