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Master of Hearts

The Lounge Calls Back

Connor yawned as he performed pointless chores, and looked up at the dull and blank sky, cloudless once again, and hot; he wiped his brow as he leaned on the broom, taking a solitary break before huffing a breath. Regardless of whether or not the house was spotless, dust-free, glass polished to a mirror finish, floors swept, and mopped, he still had to work. The chores were no longer simple practice but physical labor, which made sense, and Connor didn't mind the training, he just hated the fact that he had to still use all the chemicals; it was just a waste of money.

The back door slid open, with a heavy metal clanging as gears turned, the glass shuddering under the dull impact with the frame, "Is there something I can help you with Trainer Lilen?" Connor asked formally, glancing over his shoulder at the naked aquatic. Lilen had been serving as Trainer Newport's right hand ever since he recovered from the attack, and had been training Connor while Newport was at work for the past couple of days. He was the reason for all the excessive labor, and why Connor was still forced to use all the chemical cleaners; because any chores that dealt with liquids meant that Connor was required to use magic to finish them; and Lilen was a hard ass about that rule. Even if Connor fainted from draining his magic, he would still be required to finish once he woke up; but not only that, Lilen had been reinforcing Connor's position as a slave. Training him with a heavy hand and a scrutinizing eye and ear.

Lilen's hands swept up from behind and dipped under Connor's clothes and held him by the stomach, his pointed fingers tickling Connor's skin, sending shivers up his spine. Connor coughed in protest, his protest silenced by obedience. "Hmm, Almost perfect, still a little too much noise." Lilen teased as his hand started to roll up Connor's chest, he was using his pointed fingers to scar the flesh with cold thin lines.

"Sorry, sir," Connor apologized, as he kept himself still, never looking back at Lilen as he was poked and prodded, loins bouncing and dripping. The concrete stained with his chastised fluids. Trainer Newport had seen it reasonably fit to chastise Connor, not to punish him or anything but to prevent release. He was being trained as a concubine, and concubines serve to pleasure their owner's, not themselves, if a climax is ever reached, it is nothing more than a gift from the owner.

Lilen rolled his palms along Connor's sides, petting him with intention, to tease and draw out every single one of Connor's shaking breaths. The cruel shark smiled as his head came over Connor's shoulder, the serrations showing nothing but pleasure, as he approved of his status, loving the control he had over his servile friend. "Of course, you are, because you know what I do to disobedient slaves." Lilen agreed as his right hand came down and up, rubbing and compressing the metal cage in against Connor's loins.

Connor grit his teeth to muzzle himself as he was pulled back, legs spread by Lilen's fingers, the left holding his hips in place against a stifled pair of erections that drooled for an ass that they couldn't have. The tip of the cage was loosely held between Lilen's thumb and forefinger. Connor shuddered in apprehension to the incoming violation as the cage was pulled up to get to the source of the problem. Two fingers flicked Connor's balls, and he whimpered, he couldn't stop himself as he was punished, his balls crying out in pain, his legs shaking as they wanted to only crumble, but he stood his ground no matter how painful, and accepted his unpleasant fate.

Once, twice more, a pause before the third, fourth and fifth, a kiss on the neck was all but forgotten with the sixth, and finally, a pause drew out the burning tension that made tears hang on the edges of Connor's eyes before the seventh beating was given. Lilen fondled Connor's loins, loosely rubbing the tender orbs to soothe the dull ache between the slave's legs, while kissing and prodding Connor's neck with his nose and lips.

Connor remained shaken but steadfast, his job was to serve and let his owner's guest pleasure themselves with his body. However, Lilen, though horny, was just as chastised, Newport had forbidden any penetration. Lilen would eventually have his way, but not yet, not until Newport had his first turn to break Connor in, but that wouldn't happen for another week, so Lilen could understand Connor's tension: personally.

Connor's neck had been covered with pinpricked hickies, the knives that were Lilen's teeth dipped into the tender flesh but never bit. He suckled with serrated fangs, waiting for the day; he could bite down, but that was a near impossibility thanks to the strength of his jaw and Connor's fragile bones. Red, Purple, and brown dots covered Connor's skin, and one by one, Lilen connected everything with gentle fingers, just to test the sensitive spots.

Lilen sharply inhaled, his loins bouncing, seizing up in pleasure, his finger tips digging into Connor's flesh as the twined erections were pushed and pulled, up and down the valley between the recently spanked butt, still warm to the touch. Blood was drawn, and thin scars were torn on Connor's chest with passionate tension that Lilen moaned. His pleasure exhaled from an opened maw that hung over Connor's neck, gaping and ready to consume the lean shoulder until he pulled back. Snapping his jaw shut, he nuzzled instead, burying his forehead into Connor's shoulder as his cocks painted Connor's back with ejaculate.

The thin watery seed dripped down and flooded the valley of Connor's ass, before rolling down the back of his legs and staining the concrete around his heels. Connor felt like he had pissed himself at first, until Lilen massaged his cum into Connor's soft hills, before teasing the virgin ass with a finger. He didn't penetrate, but Lilen clearly wanted to insert some part of his body, and maybe his seed into Connor's lower half.

Lilen was panting, leaning into Connor as he took much-needed breaths before hiding his face, his eyes ashamed as he turned away. Maybe it was because of climaxing so quickly, so easily, or maybe it was the fact that it took so little to satisfy him. Regardless of where his shamed had originated Lilen's climax left him emasculated, until Connor dipped his hand behind himself and pulled up the white release marking him as Lilen's latest pursuit, and dipped the salted fingers into his lips with a smile; licking them clean.

Lilen stared in shock, but his shame turned to approval as he smirked, before leaning into accept a musky kiss from Connor, "Thank you for punishing me, sir." Lilen nodded, as he stripped Connor, taking off the sole shirt Connor had been wearing the entire day, and used it to wipe away his mess.

"Get back to your chores, Human." Lilen ordered, his comment purposely racist, with a tone of superiority as he left Connor naked and with a warm fresh handprint on his ass. Connor yipped from the shock but watched his abuser's tail fade behind the glass sliding doors with a locking click. Stuck and trapped outside. Connor already got the gist, at least it was the backyard though, so he didn't really mind being naked, but before going back to his sweeping, he flicked his wrist and pulled the masculine moisture from the concrete and threw it into a nearby sudsy mop bucket he was going to soon use.

"Are you a slave?" A familiar voice asked, creeping out of the wind from behind, with a distinctly curious tone. Connor turned around, seeing nothing and feigning ignorance until he saw an illusion in the reflection of the glass.

The white fox from the other day, the stunning black and white eyes causing Connor to remember the stolen kiss, but just as he was trying to make sense of the moment. Reality fractured as the reflection became real, and slowly stepping out of the glass, almost pulling himself free as if stepping out of a luxurious carriage, the fox strut across the concrete with an approving smile, as his tail flicked and flexed, stretching and expanding, until with a soft flick it mesmerized the human with the peacock-like display of seven tails.

"Kitsune," hung on Connor's tongue, speaking in shock, as he could only stare at the fox that stepped forward, smiling as he held his head high and with a proud agreement. A small laugh escaped the kitsune's throat as he danced around Connor to examine him, wrapping the soft marbled black fur around Connor's body until the fox's hand came up and held Connor's jaw.

The tail's shuddered back into a single long, wind dancing appendage that moved in the motionless breeze, "But... you're just a Japanese legend," Connor tried to explain to himself.

"And you're still alive, isn't the day full of surprises?" The Kitsune whispered as his left hand stroked the hickies, his eyes looking Connor's bleeding chest up and down, before chuckling at the site of the chastity cage. "You might as well be a eunuch."

"You wanted me to die?" Connor asked, slapping the fox's hands away from his body, surprisingly enough they budged, and didn't feel like steel.

The Kitsune flexed like a summer breeze and pulled himself forward, grabbing Connor's wrists, he pulled them away. Their faces now no more than a whisker apart from one another, "Of course not, because if you died, that would mean I could never get my commission back." The fox pushed forward, locking his muzzle with Connor's lips again, his tongue dipping and tugging at something hidden beneath Connor's tongue.

Pulling free, the fox smiled, holding a clear jade gemstone braced in gold and diamond rhinestones between his lips. The fox smiled at his own trickery, holding Connor's head, the Kitsune rolled the gemstone into his free hand, and then kissed Connor, softly but with a fleeting passion as he pulled away. "But that didn't mean I didn't want to do that in the first place." The Kitsune professed as he jumped through the ivy wrapped pergola, his body turning into smoke.

The fox's head dropped into view, making it appear as if he was laying on top of the pergola with his arm hanging down in a lack-a-daisy way, as if to flaunt his prize with a small laugh, stretching and relaxing comfortably, "Thanks for the help human, but I have to get going. People to rob, things to steal."

"My friend nearly died because of you?" Connor countered angrily, snapping the mop water out in protest, trying to wrap it around the fox's wrist. Still, the kitsune just dashed away, turning into smoke with a gleeful laugh, before skipping forward and tucking his hands up and under his tail, hiking it up as he leaned forward, ever so slightly so that their lips nearly met. "Sorry about that human, I put the shard in you because I knew the Anuni wouldn't touch you; it's your friend's fault for nearly dying, if he had stayed back he would have been fine."

The fox was playful and obviously a thief, but it didn't sound like he was lying, "I am sorry you're friend got hurt." The Kitsune apologized, pulling back only to pull Connor forward by pinching his stomach, Connor winced at the pain, but it wasn't meant to hurt him, the fox smiled. "How is your friend?"

"He's fine," Connor answered with an annoyed breath, he wanted to beat the Kitsune, pulverize him with ice for nearly scaring him to death, but he wasn't maniacal, and the way he moved and just phased through attacks made him feel impossible to fight; at least for right now. The Kitsune nodded, smirking, sniffing Connor while his fingers traced the thin scratches Lilen had left behind, "I can see that."

"Who are you?" Connor reluctantly asked, pushing out the question even though he detested the Kitsune.

"I'm a spirit of the market, I see the value of everything and everyone, that's why I knew the Anuni wouldn't hurt you." The fox explained as he stroked Connor's bite wounds with a single finger, playing with each individual divot of the flesh before walking his fingers down the ring of wounds.

"You're a special human," The fox eyed Connor up and down curiously before walking around to examine Connor like a piece of meat, "And I'm just trying to figure out why you're so priceless." His words hanging with dragging greed, his eyes wanting to own him, to steal him away, holding Connor's head in his hands, hanging on the fringes of a passionate kiss before smirking. "But I can't touch you, the gods would be angry, and I'd rather not get on the bad side of the Anuni again, so keep this." The fox finished, before taking Connor's hand and laying a small silver line crystal into his palm. The transparent and azure blue shard, looked like the trapped ripples of a sunlit sea, "For the trouble I caused, no bad blood, alright?"

Connor took a breath and looked up at the muzzle of the expecting fox and nodded, "Fine, just stay away, ok?"

"I don't know if I could stay away from such a priceless living treasure, your mortal life is so fleeting, and you're so stunning." The fox refused, rubbing his shoulder up against Connor's chest, "Let me just steal one more kiss from you before I go." He pressed, his lips connecting with Connor's all for but a moment before Connor pushed him off. A mere blink and the spirit was nothing but wind, gone, the only thing proving that the spirit was there was its laughter on the wind and the ice sculpture that had just started to drip in the morning heat.

Connor rubbed his lips clean of the pleasant sensation and with flexes of his hand pulled the frozen water back into the bucket and kicked up the broom with the heel of his foot, before going back to his simple mundane chores, the crystal biting into his hand as he worked.

After sweeping up the pool, an ambiguous blob of concrete and tile in front of the master bedroom, and dragging up the leaves blown in by the subtle breeze, he knocked on the backdoor. Lilen appeared and unlocked the partition, pulling it open, "And what do you need, Connor?"

"I'm finished," Lilen raised a brow, "Sir," Connor added and Lilen nodded and stepped aside, before closing the door. The dining room table was covered with leather-bound books, and loose-leaf papers and notebooks, and a computer, it was if Lilen was trying to work from their home.

"I'm getting your lesson plan written, and you're first few homework assignments, but go get dressed, The Lord Minor called, he wants to talk to you," Lilen explained with a softer but stiff tone as he directed Connor away by grabbing his shoulder and pushing him toward the kitchen, Connor stumbled, nearly falling onto his face.

"Lord Minor, Ravinith called me?" Connor asked, and Lilen picked up Connor's phone and tossed it over to him, it fumbled in the human's hands mainly because one was closed, still clasping the crystal, catching his phone between his arms and chest, Connor's heart took a pause as he relaxed. Lilen laughed, shaking his head at Connor's new efforts. "Apparently, he wants to talk about employment."

"I got the job?" Connor exhaled in bright relief, smiling as he checked his own phone for the message.

"From what it sounded like, the Lord Minor was rather impressed with you're references. He wants to go over the terms and conditions of your employment. I told him you were busy, so I set up a meeting between you two in an hour. So get going, or you will be late, Connor." Lilen finished, and Connor nodded, taking Lilen's word for it and waved his thanks before running to the shower.

"No running inside!" Lilen called out his order, ceasing Connor's sprint, and turning it into a mild-mannered walk, rushing into the shower Connor rinsed off Lilen's scent, and dressed in button-down plaid, tucking the crystal away in a drawer in his desk, before speed walking to the front door.

"I beg you're fucking pardon slave, where do you think you're going?" Lilen called out from the table, watching Connor stand in the doorway, freezing under the harsh tone, "Aren't you forgetting to show your respect to your guest?"

Connor wanted to protest, but he agreed to everything Lilen was doing, so he took a breath and came to the edge of the mudrooms drop off, tucked his arms behind his back and bowed his head, a soft tilt to the left exposing his neck, "Please forgive me, sir, for leaving so rashly; I have urgent matter's to attend to, will you be capable of attending to your personal needs without me for about two hours?"

"You'll do great, Connor," Lilen praised with a white triangle smile, breaking the role of Trainer as he gave a thumbs up.

"Thank you, Lilen." Connor finished before leaving the shark at home, his heart racing with excitement because he finally had more than Newport to lean on, he could stand up for himself and start paying for everything he rightfully owed.

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By the time Connor was in the tunnel of the Lounge, he was already stripping out of his button-down, he might as well play the part he was signing up to be. Kicking off his shoes, and tearing off his pants, he left his boxers on; he didn't quite want to expose the fact he was in chastity again. Folding up everything in a rush, he left everything with a wildebeest, a diligent and welcoming male who tucked everything in a cubby behind the front desk.

Connor waved his thanks and took a breath of fresh morning air, marked with the distinct scent of sex and musk, thanks to a couple not more than two steps away from the front entrance. Connor ignored their moans and followed the path of yellow flowers around the rim of the hall and to the Cavern, wasting no time to pop into the front entrance to be greeted by someone new.

A falcon, who crossed and arm in front of his chest and bowed, the shift in arm placement a silent title stating that he was the right hand of the household, the head butler, so to speak. "Welcome to the Cavern Master Connor."

"Thank you, you may rise," Connor instructed, Newport had started to teach him orders so he would learn how to respond to them. The Falcon stood tall with a practiced posture, his head level, his eyes the only thing gazing down at Connor as his hands folded behind his back before he gestured for Connor to follow. "Come with me, Master, you are expected."

"Thank you," Connor answered with regulated politeness as he followed behind the tail feathers of the right hand of the estate, past the cold tables, and shimmering pond of water, past the airlock and into the kitchen. He opened the door, "Lord Minor, Connor Mason, is here," He introduced, before stepping into the room, using a single Talon the Falcon propped open the door while he stood at attention, so Connor could pass without feeling entrapped.

Ravinith was already standing when Connor entered, and he gestured to a chair in front of his desk, "Please sit Connor," he instructed while the Falcon bowed out of the room, shutting the door with a silent click.

"Thank you for meeting me, sir." Connor greeted as he sat down.

"Connor, there is no need for formalities, you may speak freely." Ravinith approved, before sitting down and pulling himself closer to the desk, "Thank you." Connor returned, but the panther just shook his head. "It's alright, I heard whispers of Trainer Newport's rigorous concubine training going around."

"You heard about that?" Connor tried to smile, but his embarrassment got the best of him. "I'm still new-"

Ravinith raised his hand to silence him, "Connor, you do not need to defend yourself to me, I understand; I'm a slave trainer myself. I'm just surprised to see you commit and accept the role and all of its indignities." Ravinith smiled as Connor remembered how Newport was forcing him to take naked early morning jogs.

"Is that why you didn't hire me at first? Because you didn't think I could handle it?" Connor stabbed, getting to the heart of the conversation.

Ravinith took a deep breath, his smile fading not because he was insulted but maybe because he was called out, "Yes, I'm sorry; I had to know for sure. This job isn't for the faint of heart, and like I said, I had many humans run away because they couldn't handle the job. This job can be very fun or lead right to the tribunal on the mere whim of the day, and I don't have the patience to train another human if all there going to do is quit." The bitter tone was heavy and stiff, which had initially been a light-hearted conversation sharply turned into a severe warning. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Yes sir," Connor answered, and Ravinith inhaled as if forcing himself to commit before exhaling, and leaning down to open a nearby drawer in his desk. Slapping down a fat plastic accordion folder in front of Connor. The sheer volume of paper made the folder look more like a fat book than anything else. "This is everything you will have to know about your duties, and about the patrons, you will be servicing."

Connor couldn't help but stare as he picked up the textbook and sat it on his lap because there was no way he was holding it the whole meeting, "What is in here?" Connor asked, twisting the elastic tassel free before skimming through the contents.

"Those are all clients that have specifically asked to be serviced by a human, it's dossiers on every client you will be working with, their likes, their choice of food, favorite weapons, fighting style, and so on. Because I have such a backlog of clients looking to be entertained by a human, you will be working only with them. It will be an excellent start for a beginner like you because they'll go easy on you; after all, they don't want you quitting with in the first week like the last human." Ravinith explained as Connor couldn't help but wonder what the hell he had just signed up for.

"I'm not having sex with them, right?"

"Not unless you want to, everyone who works here is free to choose whether or not to mate with any of the clients. However, concubines do see a sizeable rise in their paycheck, so if you are desperate for cash, the option is always open to you; however, I would hold off on accepting requests like that. The second one had to be hospitalized after one of the clients accidentally crushed her ribs by accident, and you don't look any stronger than she was." Ravinith explained as he leaned back in his chair, sighing at the memory as he framed his face with his right hand, leaning on the chair's arm.

"This place is a brothel too?"

"Walkout to the dining hall, and it's right past the bar, just go through the double doors." Ravinith gestured to the wall behind him, with the same framing right hand before he fell back into his comfortable position. "Before you meet any clients, you will live as a shadow, preforming the duties of a waiter while preforming more salacious acts, so you get used to working alone."

"What kind of acts? I'm guessing sex isn't allowed out in the dining hall."

"Correct," Ravinith nodded, "sex is not allowed due to health code violations, while in the dining hall or in the kitchen, mating is done outside or in the back rooms. However, clients are free to touch, grope, prod, and touch you, kissing is aloud but remember this is a restaurant, we will get busy, so you won't always be able to attend to every client's needs. It's about learning who to pick and choose and retaining loyal clients. Tips can be earned by accepting tasks and or by performing your duties as a waiter."

"Are we allowed to charge for things like that?"

"Yes, you are, and you should learn how much your worth and price yourself accordingly, but don't be arrogant. IF you need help many of the waiters agreed on a standardized system, the prices are hanging up in the locker room. I honestly recommend this because many patrons are already returning, expecting the same prices. I've been thinking of making it the standard because the prices were developed through trial and error." Ravinith agreed, before sitting up and leaning forward to draw another stack of paperwork from the desk, this time it was a small folder, a small book in comparison.

"These are your contracts, I need access to medical records, and by working here, I do give health insurance, so there is absolutely no reason to come in sick. You will also be required to get weekly STD tests if you have sex with any of the patrons, monthly if all your doing is working the dining hall. Mincridarins are immune to human STD's, but that doesn't mean we don't carry them, most purification magic can make these diseases nothing more than an unpleasant day, so if you believe you have some kind of infection, tell me. I can get you the tests you need, don't be scared to tell me if something doesn't feel right." Ravinith explained as he flipped through the pages, glancing up at Connor every now and then. "You will need to get your shots updated if they haven't."

"Ok, Newport was already planning on taking me to the hospital next week for a physical anyway, I can try and get everything updated then," Connor answered, and Ravinith paused until Connor had finished before flipping over to a new packet.

"The Cavern is a private pleasure house, a conversation between employees and patrons will not leave these walls. If any conversation comes up about murder, theft, or any general crime. Bring it up with me first, I am not joking Connor. There are several NDA's in here relating to sharing private information about the brothel, restaurant, the patrons, and even me. I have nobles come in here for top-secret meetings." Ravinith gestured to his office, "Meetings in which we discuss world politics and the American Military, so if a crime is being discussed, tell me first. I need to know if it's a security threat or not before I hand any information over to the police. Do you understand?" Ravinith declared, firmly chopping the desk in front of Connor to drive the explanation home.

"Yes, sir, I understand. My dad..." Connor breathed, stifling the memories before speaking, "He's retired military, a ranger, and some of his missions were classified, so I get all of this stuff about classified information."

"Well, you would be the first." Ravinith sighed, "The first one didn't quite understand what I meant, and he went to the police first, he's still in jail for breach of contract." Ravinith nodded at Connor's shock, "Do not think I will spare you from the same fate if you go behind my back."

"Yeah, ok." Connor breathed, pulling back his shock as he nodded.

"How many humans have been through here?" Connor asked as Ravinith went back to flipping through the contracts, "Six, two in jail, one ended up getting in a fight with a Mincridarn and he's still taking therapy; two quit after ending up in the hospital, and one was lucky enough to know she wasn't ready and quit before anything happened to her. You'd be the seventh human I've ever hired, so maybe the gods will be kind to me this time, and you'll stick around for more than a month."

"Sir, are you alright you seem agitated," Connor noted, after all Ravinith was normally far more refined.

Ravinith took a breath and looked up at Connor, "I'm sorry Connor, it's not your fault, it's just been a bad day, and I'm tired of repeating this over and over, would you like some water?"

"I'm fine sir, thank you for the offer." Connor shook off before Ravinith looked back down at the papers in front of him.

"There are some far more personal contracts here, mainly for your safety. Since you have a mate, this last contract needs to be signed by both you and Newport; it simply states that you have the freedom to perform sexual acts with other beings without permission before every sensual activity, including mating."

Connor stared at the last thin contract, but he couldn't read the font before everything was being piled back onto it, "Is that really a thing? I'm supposed to ask to have sex?"

"You didn't know?' Ravinith questioned, Connor just blankly shook his head.

Ravinith closed the folder and slid it across the desk, "Well, Connor, Mincridarins don't share the same life long commitments you humans do, were far more polyamorous. When you agree to be someone's mate, you are committing to them and claiming them as yours first and foremost above everyone else, but it is very common to have sex with other joined mates, or even friendly strangers. So it's custom to ask for permission to have sex from your Mate before doing anything, have you heard of Mating Season?"

"Yeah, it's kind of like Valentine's Day for Mincridarins, but it's more about sex rather than, well loving your partner," Connor answered remembering how bad Mincridarn publicity got after the first one, several years ago, a holiday that only confirmed human hater's precognitions about them being nothing more than animals.

"Do you know why the holiday came about?" Ravinith asked, Connor shook his head once again.

"Death, centuries ago while we were in a bloody war-"

"The Blood War?" Connor asked, and Ravinith froze, staring at Connor in shock.

"SO, you know, about the human genocide?"

"Newport told me, I was hit with a lot of stuff on Monday. I know spirits are real too, and about the ID Contracts and secrecy stuff." Ravinith nodded, but smiled, "I heard whispers of what happened, but you are right. Mating Season came about because of the Blood War, humans were killing us, and we were slaughtering them, our population was hit hard, we needed a fix. So the king of Mincara ordered a full retreat of every female soldier and brought them home. They became factories for soldiers. They were very well treated before you assume anything, no one would dare insult a female during that period, but when the war ended, we no longer had the absolute necessity to procreate like that. However, we had already been doing it for seventy years at that point, it had started to become a holiday, and it just stuck, so now every year it's celebrated. Since the creation of Mating Season, the idea of cutting yourself from everyone and stating that your Mate is the only one you will ever have sex with died, but we still show our respect, and that is why we ask for permission."

"That's kind of crazy," Connor admitted, Ravinith nodded.

"To a human, but it's normal for us, but you should know the mating season is very intense for us that week. Many females can't work that entire week because of their heat cycles, and many males are easily excited. Don't worry though, you're months from ever experiencing a Mincridarn Mating Season first hand." Ravinith assured, waving off the idea while Connor couldn't help but find his thoughts distracted by the idea of horny Mincridarins. Newport was already trying to find ways to regulate his own strength, so he didn't tear Connor apart, so Mincridarins who were hopped on hormones with unregulated strength seemed almost life-threatening.

"I guess that's good." Connor agreed, and Ravinith nodded before leaning back in his chair, kicking up his leg.

"Talking about Mincridarins, you need to take some kind of martial arts or weapon training, or no Mincridarn will ever take you seriously otherwise."

"I'm actually a championed sharpshooter, I didn't put that on my resume because it's one of those things where if you're too good at it, most humans become scared of you." Connor admitted, and Ravinith Perked up, "Really?"

"My dad trained me how to handle a rifle the moment I could hold one, taught me how to take it apart, and clean it; everything. I got so good at it, my dad could blindfold me and put a random rifle in front of me, and through touch alone, I could tear it apart and put it back together in under a couple of minutes depending on the rifle."

"That will impress some Mincridarins, but everyone on staff is a talented fighter in some field of nonmagical combat. However, you can't handle a gun in here, so you will need to train in something far more physical if you ever want to really impress your clients."

"Well, Lilen is taking suggestions, he's training me, so any ideas would really help him." Connor admitted, and Ravinith nodded, "You'll never last in combats in strength, using your dexterity is the only way you would survive in battle," Ravinith started before his words faded into silence as he stared at Connor closely examining him, he was quiet for nearly a minute before taping the air with his finger as if to leave a note with a scribe, "Tell Lilen, to try Silver Edge styles, and... the Black Fang style, being that you're a marksman, the Black Fang, might be better for you because it focuses on cold and quiet assassinations and deadly short burst assaults; but in close range combat, the silver edge is probably something that would end up saving your life because of its diversity and common practice; It's meant for untrained soldiers."

"Alright, well, I'll tell Lilen about that when I get home." Connor agreed, and Ravinith nodded before leaning forward and pushing the contracts in front of Connor, "You can have those, once you get all of those signed and delivered I can start your first day of training the day afterward. I'll remain in contact with your Mate so I can organize your work schedule around your training sessions; after all, you're no use to me if your nothing but a limp mass of flesh and bones." Ravinith started to finish as he stood up from his chair, Connor mimicking him.

"Thank you, sir." Connor accepted as he bowed his thanks.

"You may leave, I know you have the training to get back to." Ravinith waved off, Connor nodded.

"This was a pleasant break," Connor admitted, before opening the door, before bowing back Ravinith, "May the Gods be with you wherever you go, sir."

"And with you, Connor." Ravinith returned before the door clicked shut.

As Connor left he got several surprised looks from the other slaves who seemed to understand what all the paperwork he was holding meant. They smiled as he passed but said nothing, glancing to one another with doubtful humorous smiles as they worked; Connor ignored them and just kept an even pace until he left, nodding a polite goodbye to the Avian manager before crossing the threshold and heading home to continue his training with Lilen.