Lion Head Mesa [sc] [M] Diamonds Under my Eyes

Sorry for the long wait! I'll keep this one prioritized since it's older <3

Machiavelli greeted the newcomer with a subtle shift of his eyes and the flick of an umber ear, his tail curling and snapping with a lazy rhythm as he watched the onyx man from his periphery. The wolf-dog's mouth twitched slightly, parting as pink tongue passed over silken muzzle.

If you can't handle lust, the Red Palace is not the place for you, he replied finally, turning his head and rolling back on an elbow to study the stranger. His gaze traveled languidly down the willowy form and back up again, meeting hazel eyes before blinking back to the crowd with an amused chuff. Coyote blood suggested fellahin, but the attitude said otherwise.

You must be new to our revered palace, The man remarked, his ears pulling back and a devilish smirk tugging at the corner of his maw. He regarded the stranger through eyes half-lidded, tail flicking idly at the stone beneath. His gaze lingered, tracing the contours of the newcomer's form with an unsettling intensity.

Tell me, Machiavelli continued, his voice a low, melodic murmur, what brings you to our illustrious domain? Are you here to seek pleasure, power, or, his eyes sparkled, reflecting the light of the cold, distant stars above, perhaps a bit of both?