On a bright sunny day, a tigress walked along the main street of Waldburg. Judging by the form - a mercenary, from professionals. A tall, stately blue-eyed beauty with a piercing gaze and black and white fur. Leather riveted armor did not conceal attractive forms, but the hilt of the swords behind her back and the whip, rolled up in a ring and hooked to a belt, dared those who wanted to get to know her, or the contents of her pockets. The warrior was clearly in a good mood and blinked sympathetically, glancing at the fussing people.

Reila was indeed almost happy with life. The last order - the protection of some muddy magical convoy - was boring to the point of impossibility. The distance, which she would have covered on foot in a week, took almost a month from magicians. But the payment - with each step in a backpack jingled silver coins - was worth it. "But what are they sad ... No run, no play ... Mrrrha!". Tigra snorted, remembering how she wanted to spin the affair with one of her charges, a young master of fire. The guy, looking at her equipment, blushed, turned pale and stuttered, but at the end of the journey she almost got her way. True, the chief of the convoy, seeing how the guard pressed the half-dressed mage to a tree and shamelessly paws him, for some reason became very angry. Got both of them, especially Ryle, when she, without a second thought, invited the elderly soldier to join. “And why have you just gone crazy?” Well, at least not deprived of the award. ". And she expected to fill the lack of communication with the opposite sex in the near future.

The path lay to the master artifactor. A year ago, she met this boy, Fox. And really like a fox - a small, nimble and red. And he was desperately afraid of her, so much so that she wanted to bite or grab. He thought there was no education, only a natural gift and a couple of books, but his talent compensated for everything. He could enchant everything that glitters and what did not shine - polished and enchanted. The last time the tigress ordered him some stones, and, by agreement, everything should have been ready.

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- You know, Mrs. Rioni, I was thinking here ... The weight balance of the sword under your hand ... Not very suitable. - Fox words are not easy. Sits at the table, obviously big for him.

- Yes, eh? - the tigress purrs, lounging in her chair - This is the news, I had no idea. And what will the master offer me?

- I ... recently figured out how ... How to do so in order to redistribute a mass of weapons, but leave ... the force of the blow. And so that the blade never needed to be sharpened. Well, only if the big notches ... Self-feeding system, batteries, parasitic pumping ... Mrs. Rioni, you never have to charge them.

- Well, you tell interesting. - Reila put gold on the table. - If everything is like that, you'll get another one.

Fox's eyes flash with joy, and she smiles at him.

“But if not ...” a soft paw covers his palm and the tigress unambiguously releases claws. She is afraid so delicious that she is ready to scare him forever.

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Turning into a shady alley, the mercenary went through a couple more courtyards and found herself in front of the Fox House gate. I knocked. The dogs were silent - there was no fool around the big cat. From the open window came a sound, as if something heavy had fallen, a crash, a clatter - and the door opened. On the threshold stood the Fox, and somehow looked doomed to Rila. He went to the gate, unlocked the bolt, and stepped aside, letting the tigress go in.

- Hello, Mrs. Rioni. - even bowed.

- Hi, Fox. - the mercenary ruffled his fiery hair and felt the magician shudder under her paw. - Why so sad?

- I ... go to the house, please.

The house was cool - he somehow told her how the artifact heat pump works. She didn’t understand anything of the confused explanations, but, remembering that she hadn’t even seen such things in the county’s castles.

“Mrs. Rioni, do you want to drink something?” I have cold broth, and ...

- Give the broth, with the heat the most it. - she gladly got rid of swords and a backpack, took off her jacket, leaving only pants and red silk ribbons that supported her chest.

The broth was cold and fresh. And the Fox - crimson.

“Well, master,” Ryla again sat at ease in a huge leather chair. - Show what you got.

- Mrs. Rioni, I ... - he took a breath, as before jumping into the water. - I could not finish your order.

- It is sad. Very sad, Lys. - blue eyes look horrified. - But I didn’t really expect what you would do - it looked too nice in words. I think if you give me back the money and pay the penalty ...

- Mrs. Rioni ... I don’t have the money to ... You see, the boy rattled off - everything went to buy crystals and ... from me ...

- So-ak ... That is, you want to say ... - deceptively soft voice. - what are you talking about ... lost my money?

Fox hid his face in his hands. Ryla frankly admired. Anger for some reason did not want to take over, wanted ... The plan was born almost immediately.

- So, I understood correctly. Then we are going to court now. I think the Mytar College will also be interested in your ... practice. - the tigress went up to the guy, put her paws on his shoulders and purred almost in his ear.

- Mrs. Rioni! - he looked almost with animal horror. - No, Ms. Rioni, but not the court! They got me ...

- Previously, it was necessary to think, and do not squander other people's money! - the mercenary barked. - Get up and go, or call me a guard?

- Do not ... please ... - he grabbed her hand and pressed it to her. The cat felt almost like a murderer of children, but it was too late to retreat.

- Well, well ... If you insist so, we can do it differently.

The fox looked with such wild hope that even a heart that was tempered by many fights gave slack. But Ryla quickly took herself in the paws and grinned, looking down.

“I can forgive you a part of your debt.” But you have to work it out. Good work. Well? - paw grabbed his chin and pulled up, forcing him to look into the eyes.

Leaning over his chest on the back of his head, the mercenary bent, almost touching her nose with his.

- Speak! - roared.

- Mrs. Rioni ... I agree.

- Good boy. - could not resist, licked in the nose and let go, again climbing with his feet in a chair. - Go here.

The fox stood up and came out from behind the table on stiff legs.

- How old are you?

“Eighteen.”

- You're lying, oh, you're lying after all ... Well then, let's see what we have here. Take off your clothes.

The magician, with trembling hands, unbuttoned his shirt and laid it on the table.

- Do you have no money for food? - the tigress skeptical considered the thin body and thin hands.

- Yes, Mrs. Rioni ... They were.

- Okay. Keep going - she waved paw.

- And ... pants?

- Shoot everything, everything.

Fox threw off his slippers, remained barefoot. His pants followed, and now he stood facing Reil, covering his hands with the most valuable. She snorted.

- Take your hands, see what nature has given you there.

The mercenary nodded approvingly - nature still endowed, and not bad.

- And now we will check something ...

Inspection she started with the hands. Myala, feeling, sometimes pinching. I ordered to strain, snorted. Then came the turn of the chest muscles.

- Fox, you have a unique case. For the first time I see someone who does not have them at all. - She laughed, tapping her fingers on the protruding ribs.

Then the paws lay on the stomach, tickling and forcing to strain. Slightly poked her fist.

- Good. Well, that is bad, very bad.

Passed to the back. Releasing a few caustic comments about some that lead themselves to the hump at the age of 18, the tigress crouched down. I crushed my buttocks, quickly examined my legs.

- One pleases - you run away from me with a demon with two.

The magician stood red like a cancer, bit his lip.

In the end, she turned him around and stroked his penis, squeezed him, feeling the organ hardening in ...