The empress sat in her chambers, staring blankly out the window. She was a beautiful woman, with white flowing hair and piercing ruby eyes, but her face was etched with a deep sadness. She was a prisoner in her own palace, her every move watched and controlled by the Onterei; a large cat like people, their leader a stern and ruthless leopard man who held her fate in his hands.
Suddenly, the door to her chambers swung open, and the empress turned to see Sabre standing in the doorway. He was a tall, muscular man with cold, steely eyes and a cruel sneer on his lips. He strode into the room, his claws echoing on the marble floor, and approached the empress, towering over her as she sat on her throne.
“You are mine to do with as I please,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “And tonight, I have decided to grant you a special privilege. You will serve me, and pleasure me, in any way I desire. Do you understand?”
The empress’s eyes widened in fear, but she knew better than to resist. She nodded meekly, bowing her head in submission. The leopardman grinned wickedly, taking her hand in his and pulling her to her feet.