Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

edited because I have 0 reading comprehension lol

Machiavelli had arrived in Akashingo early in the day with a specific mission: to collect the sparkling crystals that grew in the caves, a precious bounty to be traded strictly on behalf of the kingdom.

After safely stowing away the bundles of gems to prevent any sticky paws, he turned his attention to tidying up the palace, straightening what needed straightening, and dusting away any stray particles with the swish of his fluffy tail. With his chores done, he looked forward to finally retiring to the room set aside for the fellahin, eager for some well-deserved rest after an exhausting day.

At least, that had been the plan until he had passed by the Mazoi's room and heard the dreadful noises coming from inside. He took one step past the door, then two—whatever was happening in the woman's chamber wasn't any of his concern.

After several moments of debate, nosiness won, and the man turned, pausing in the hallway beside the door. Legend, are you feeling all right? He called from the entry. You sound like you're trying to birth a moose without anyone finding out, one light eye peeked around into the room. That isn't what you're doing in there, is it, dear?