Mississippi Queen (M)

That the woman was 'not the type' was what Roz had been banking on... otherwise the comment likely wouldn't have been made.  She'd been hoping for a rise, and was not disappointed.  Although, if she'd been mistaken... she wouldn't have been too upset.  After all, the woman had a rugged sort of merit to her.  Appearance wise there was charm.  Personality wise? She watched the lips lift before her with muted interest.  Not so much.

She showed no physical reaction, feeling no danger in the gesture and fearing no repercussion.  "A real barrel of cheer she is too," she responded, the statement identifying her as his Alpha further showing why exactly she had no such tether.  Having one such as this to ruin her fun didn't square well with the rogue, for she'd never responded well to leashes.

He seemed content to prostrate himself before her, and Roz wasn't too keen on starting trouble.  Especially not over something so trivial as this.  Apparently her assets - and her ass - would be hers to keep today.  A pity, as it had been a while since she'd had a good tumble, but unavoidable.  She gave a lingering look as he joined his leader, tsking softly to herself.  Crying shame, that.