I'm just a sucker for pain

To say that the pale woman was confused would be an understatement. All she could do was look at this woman who she thought she would get to have some fun with. But she scrambled back from her bump and was obviously submissive. She had read the situation totally wrong and felt really fucking stupid, as well as ashamed. She had thought that this was where their conversation was leading, she had been pretty openly flirting back with her. Mercy's purple eyes inspected Ira closely as she started to say that she didn't understand. Well, neither did she! What the hell was going on with this chick? Maybe she should have just kept walking away. Ears slicked back against her head as she took another step back, her tail tip wagging slightly in her uncertainty. But then a growl tore out of her maw, and the wolf before her stumbled back and stood with a widened stance. Her eyes flew open wide as her paw rose, her lower body slinking backwards slightly in her surprise. What. The. Actual. Fuck. When Ira spoke again, she could hear a distinct change in her voice this time. Unable to move and really not quite sure what to do at all, she just stared at the smaller woman. An explanation would be nice.

When Ira talked about meeting her 'freeloader', it really didn't help her sort out her feelings about this situation. It seemed like she was rather quick to dismiss both Mercy and the situation, causing her brows to rise. She wasn't one to give up that easily, plus she wanted some answers. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart. I want answers about what the fuck just happened, and maybe I can reward you as you tell me," She said, she had been pretty excited to play with this little spitfire. But then that shit happened. Did she have two personalities or something? Her mother was bipolar, but she never truly saw it to this extent. This was something else.

"Speech"