GOMORRAH DADDIES: Desire of Sin
A battered iron cart rolled around the corner, and Draxen stepped out, his scarred head completely bare and his mismatched armor hanging loosely over his massive frame.
"Look at the pretty little omega," Draxen leered, his yellow eyes tracking the sway of Michaels' hips. "Did the supreme leader give you a good breeding before he sent you out to buy your freedom?"
"Here is the silver, Draxen," Michaels spat, hurling the heavy satchel at the enforcer's feet.
"No formal greeting for an old friend?"
"Count the bars and send the confirmation rune to Varek Grimclaw immediately," Michaels demanded, his claws extending slightly as his inner wolf bristled with aggression.