Heart Turned to Ash

"Well, you are in a bad stage, anyone could take advantage of that and attack you," the woman said. Ashmedai scoffed pointedly, but didn't remark- yet.

As he asked her to move her tail to the side or become his punching bag, she did as he was told. She asked what he meant as she did so. She stood there, looking absolutely indecent, but the understanding wasn't in her eyes- even as drunk as Ash was, he could tell. Ashmedai let out an incredulous, dry laugh. "You... have no idea what you're doing, do you?" The thought was enough to chill and sober him mentally. He had taken his fair share of virgin damsels, but he always made sure they were into it. This woman seemed like an adult, but there was no way she knew what an adult was supposed to know. She smelled like a pack, but Ash wondered which pack produced such clueless adults.

"Where are you from? How old are you?" He barked the questions, his stature slinking as a wicked smile crossed over his maw. "Don't you know just who you're tempting?"