To The Victor, The Spoils

Ciná didn't know how to tell his new acquaintance that there wouldn't be any ladies for him to take if he won so he just gave a short laugh and a grin in response. Alastor continued on a bit about what he would be doing to his wife with an invitation to make the woman waiting for him scream and to stay until morning if he wished. He gave another soft chuckle and replied, "Perhaps I will," even though he fully did not intend to do that at all. He waited for Alastor to turn and leave, giving a little wave of a paw in return. Once the dark brute was out of sight Ciná sighed in a long exhale of breath and glanced uncertainly toward the den. Now he felt like he had no choice to at least stay here for a while and pretend, but if he didn't actually do anything would Alastor notice? Would he be able to tell that he hadn't fucked the pale woman inside?

Steeling himself a bit he slipped inside, blinking a couple of times to let his golden eyes adjust to the light. He found the tan and white striped woman waiting for him on the large bed of furs and he hesitated for a moment near the door. "Ah... Hello," he said, attempting to play it off casually. "I'm Cináed," he said in greeting as he started to move closer, making himself come to settle down beside her on the bed. It wasn't that she wasn't a beautiful woman because she was, he was simply wholly out of his element and felt like he was trying to play a part now more than anything else. "What's your name?"

Cináed