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The masseur professionally ignored Kaori's wagging tail and continued to work on her shoulders and back.

Nixie stole a glance at the fox girl and smiled to herself. She used to be very dispassionate, but apparently that hadn't been her fault. With two voracious lovers, she was quite the distracted late bloomer. She was actually grateful for a moment to the criminal that was trying to extort from her because it brought Kaori into her life and started a chain of events that led to this...cozy, glowing feeling that coursed through her skeleton.

"Relax," she advised with a groan. "We have a long night ahead of us."

The masseurs finished quickly and indicated for the two women to follow them. They sat in recliners that allowed for one person behind to style their hair, and two on either side for fingers and toes. Nixie held still while they painted her face with an avacado mask and settled chilled cucumbers on her eyes.

In an hour, they both had their hair washed and styled perfectly with french mani-pedi's. Kaori's fur was brushed until it glistened. Even their makeup was applied with a surgeon's precision. When they got back into their street clothes, they looked like airbrushed super models come to life. They got a whistle or two and quite a few stares as they walked down the street back to the hotel, hand in paw.

When they got back into the hotel room, Austin was waiting, looking very smug and satisfied.

"And how was your day, my dears?" he asked with his full accent in swing.

"It was...beautifying," Nixie replied, considering the perils of multi-species relaxation.

"I certainly agree," Austin said, his eyes taking a luxurious trip up and down Nixie's and Kaori's sexy bodies. After he was done leering--something he'd never done outside of his imagination before--he picked up two black bags. He handed one to Kaori and one to Nixie. "Your costumes, my dark angels."

Nixie accepted the bag with a tight smile betraying her nerves, and went into the bathroom. There was a small squeak of either shock or terror, but after that, silence.

Nixie stepped out of the bathroom and Austin grinned. The sheath-dress was form fitting black velvet laced from the top of her breasts to the ankle-length hem with dark green ribbon. Celtic knots were embossed into the velvet. Her detached sleeves flared dramatically from the green ribbon ties that circled her biceps, but the ribbons went down her arms under her sleeves, tying off at her wrists. Her heels were simple, but laced from her toes all the way up her leg, which could be seen when she lifted the skirt to walk. The dress had the effect of making her look like she was a walking tribute to rope bondage without actually impeding her movements.

Austin stood and he suddenly seemed taller and darker.

"Excellent, pet," he said, his accent disappearing in to a richer, almost British tone. He was falling into character. He reached up and rested his hand on her throat, his thumb feathering over her windpipe. Nixie felt her heart leap and her knees wobble in the face of this powerful persona. "One last touch, I think."

He stepped behind her and pulled a black velvet collar out of his pocket. Without even asking her permission he wrapped it around her throat--pulling to too tight for a moment before securing it at the proper snugness. A heavy steel ring hung in the hollow between her collarbones, waiting for a leash.

"Your turn, kitling," he said as he turned to Kaori. "Chop. Chop."

Austin looked at Kaori for a long, long moment. Then he swiftly advanced on her but didn't touch her. Instead, he stared straight down into her beautiful mismatched eyes.

"It's just a game, kitling," he said, his voice deep and memorizing. "You know I would never hurt you. You know I would never let you come to harm. If anything becomes too overwhelming, just say 'panda' and I'll pull the plug. You will always be in control and you will always be safe." He reached up and pretended to tuck a lock of hair out of her face, but never actually touched her skin. "Can you trust me for tonight, kitling?"

Austen grabbed Kaori's arm and pulled her in close to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I'll be happy to accept your trust any night you want to give it," he murmured in her ear. Then he let her go to change.

While Kaori got dressed, he pulled on Nixie's leash to draw her near and informed her of the password.

Austin very kindly helped Kaori by lacing up the corset and pulling it snug. He didn't tighten it past her comfort level. Then he pulled out another bag.

"There's something else that goes with that bodice, but I want to be the one to put it on you," he said. From the back, he pulled several throwing knives. He slowly slid them into sewn-in sheathes at the top of her bodice, his eyes locked on hers. It was almost a metaphor for the night before, and the sexual tension hummed between them. When he finished, the knives lined up perfectly so that their hilts created a deceptive trim at the crest of her breasts.

Nixie watched the intimate dressing and couldn't help but feel jealous. But then she touched the collar that Austin had so tenderly wrapped around her throat and felt a little better.