Golden Glade kinpaku

"alone? why?" was she one of those dancers who forewent the physical in adoration of their god? but it was not deities satsu danced for; it was any who commanded her. he slid his tongue along the ridges of his teeth, thinking. 
and if he were to order it?
but there was a tentative bond, daresay an alliance of sorts that had sprung up between them. he tested its delicate edges with a wanting paw, caught between many things in this moment. forefront of them all was his want to elicit another reaction from her.
"surely that does not shock you, not a woman who was once a girl with brothers."