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"There you are, girls! I've been waiting, have any trouble?" Dante looked excited to see Selene and Raksha after having run his unknown errand. "Did you find everything okay?"

"We did," replied Raksha. The vixen seemed fed up with the little shopping trip and was anxious to leave. "I can't believe I made a trip to the galleria and didn't get to buy anything for myself!"

Dante seemed taken aback, "Raksha, please, think of our guest. You've had the luxury of shopping for all your life, while poor Selene here has hardly any clothes at all. Don't you think she deserved to get a little something?"

Raksha was not in the mood to argue, "Yeah, fine, whatever. Can we leave now? I'm starving."

As if on queue, Selene's stomach started rumbling. She ran a hand over her empty stomach. She hadn't been fed properly in about a week. Dante decided, "Okay, let's get out of here and grab some dinner. There has to be a place open somewhere."

So the trio set off for the car. Dante was happy that he had his errand done and Raksha was happy because they were going out to eat. But none could be happier than Selene. Only a few hours ago she was chained to the wall in a cold auction room. Now, she was in a fancy car, had fancy clothes, and was on her way to a fancy restaurant. As a slave, she had never known the concept of fairness, but she knew that she had to find someway to repay Dante and Raksha for all they had done.

The car pulled into the parking lot of a stone-walled building. The sign above the oak doors read: The Black Rose: Fine Dining, Spirits and Entertainment. The trio waltzed into the dimly lit restaurant, thick with the smell of roasting meat and the sound of a classical music band playing in the corner. Dante walked up to the maître d' and asked for the finest table, waving a large clip of pounds in front of the man's face. The man led the way across the room, skirting past round tables. The short walk ended at a booth on the side of the room. The wraparound bench was made of red leather and sweet-scented candles flickered on the table. Menus were distributed, and a bottle of red wine was brought to the hungry customers three.

"In honor of our new friendship with Selene," Dante said while pouring the girls a glass of the blood red elixir "I propose a toast." They raised their glasses and brought them together. However, Selene had never handled such a glass. Her table manners were poor at best. She was used to drinking from a water spigot in the slaves' quarters. Thus, when she raised her glass to toast, she spilled some of the wine on her shoulder. Whimpering, Selene tried to rub out the elixir before her fur became stained. Embarrassment flowed to her checks in a blush, almost as red as the wine.

Dante could only laugh. "Well, Selene, at least we know now that red is your color! It's no big deal, just take a nice hot bath when we get back to my home and it'll come right out."

Selene blushed deeper. Dante thought red looked good on her? She thought back to the satin red panties she had tried on at the mall. Raksha had been right: They did feel great once she had them on. It was not only because they gave her support and comfort, they made her feel like a real woman. Hopefully she would be able to put them on for Dante sometime. She could feel her heart beat just a little bit faster.

"Ah, our waiter has arrived," declared Dante as a busboy walked towards them. "Good evening sir and ladies. Tonight's special is filet mignon served with garlic potatoes and a house salad."

Dante, his wolf-like appetite kicking in, licked his jowls in anticipation of such a meal. However, his order was interrupted by the growl of an angry vixen.

"Boss, I know that sometimes your appetite gets the better of you, but don't you think you should be a gentleman and let the ladies order first?"

Dante's smile disappeared, but he understood. "Why, of course, I've forgotten my manners. Please, go first. Selene? Why don't you start?"

Selene froze. Not only did she not know how to read, she had never had to order a meal at all. She never got her pick of food when she was fed. In fact, it was a treat just to receive a piece of meat with a day's ration. However, she did not want to embarrass her new friends by announcing she couldn't read in front of all the other customers, so she picked the one option before her. "I'll have the special, if that's okay."

The waiter fell for it, "Why of course, ma'am," the waiter answered. Her friends place their own orders and the waiter walked away. Dante looked at Selene and smiled. "My, my, I've never met a girl with such good taste in food. I'm going to like having a girl with my kind of appetite around."

Despite her quick thinking, Selene had never even heard of the item she ordered. She almost never ate meat, because it was too expensive for a slave and would cause her figure to go south, something a master would never want. However, being the wolfess she was, her instincts were calling out for sustenance in the form of cooked flesh.

A few minuets later, a delightful aroma wafted its way about the room. A waiter was balancing on his hand a large piece of beef wrapped in bacon. Garlic potatoes with a buttery drizzle and crisp bread were all piled high on the plate. The waiter set the plates on the table and told them to enjoy.

Selene could only gaze at the meal. She could not decide what to sample first. After some though, she decided to go with meat first. With some difficulty, she managed to cut from the steak a ribbon of meat, which she placed into her awaiting maw. Her tongue went wild with sensation. It taste like a piece of ecstasy had just landed on her tongue. The tender morsel seemed to melt away down her throat. Next she tried the creamy mashed potatoes. She could not help herself. It was like putting candy in front of a child who had never before tried chocolate. She consumed the delicacy quickly, until there was not a crumb on her plate.

When she had finished the meal, she patted her stomach. Her belly agreed with her: a fine meal, indeed. When Dante and Raksha had finished their own meals, Dante paid the bill and tip. The trio walked out the door and into the car. After a busy day, sleep was the next item on the to-do list.

As they rode, Dante and Selene broke into conversation. "Do you live in a big house, Dante?" Selene inquired, enjoying the new freedom of speech she had.

"Well, not too big. My parents left it to me. They were both quite wealthy, so they could afford a nice place. It's tucked away in the forest, so it's quiet. I also never get pesky people banging on my doors trying to sell me something either."

"Oh, it seems like a very nice place to live."

"Yes, it is, for my career, anyway."

Selene was not sure what Dante meant by that, so she decided to ignore it. He would either reveal it to her in time, or she'd find out on her own. But he looked tired and troubled so she decided to save her questions for another time.

The car strolled over rolling hills on the road running side-by-side to the forest. Eventually, they came across a large gate with the initials L and D printed on each door. The initials must have been that of one Dante's parents. The car crossed the threshold and proceeded down a dirt road lined with oak trees. After several minutes of rolling down this path, a house emerged. It was hard to see in the dark, but it was a light blue mansion with black shutters. A fountain stood frozen in the circular driveway. Vines gracefully unfurled against the house's sides, making a lovely lattice with roses dotted here and there.

When the car had rolled to a stop beside the fountain, Dante helped Selene out of the car. When Dante took her hand, Selene blushed. She was closer to him now than all their interactions during the day. His hand was firm, yet delicate. It was almost as if his hand was saying, "I'm not letting you go, so relax now, you are safe."

He led her inside and flicked the lights on. The mansion's interior came to life as the lights showed the depth and detail of the rooms spread out before them. There was a fine kitchen, a lovely living room with a fireplace, a nice dining room lined with paintings, even a luxurious staircase, which led to the bedrooms and bath.

"I'm sorry, Selene," Dante began, "but I just don't have the energy to give you the grand tour tonight. It will have to wait until morning. You are welcome to stay in the guest room. Make yourself comfortable and get a good night's sleep, we've got another busy day tomorrow."

Selene's excitement was visible, "What are we going to do tomorrow?" The wolfess

The wolf just gave another coy smile, "That's a secret."

Selene shivered with delight. She loved secrets.

"The bath is just upstairs if you want to get that wine out of your fur. It's down the hall from the guest room. I'm sorry but I won't be able to tuck you into bed tonight, dear. I have some work to do, so I'll see you in the morning." The black wolf winked at her, then walked up the stairs and out of sight, into his room.

Selene and Raksha stood alone in the hall. The vixen spoke first, yawning, "Alright, I'm gonna get to bed too. It was great shopping with you today, Selene."

Selene nodded, "You too, Miss Raksha."

"Okay kid, see you tomorrow. Get some sleep."

And now, she was all alone.

She proceeded up the stairs and into the bathroom. A marble tub lay before her. The faucet was made of brass and the knobs were encrusted in diamond. Dante's wealth astonished her. His parents must have been pretty important people to have lived here. She drew the hot water and while the tub filled, she pulled off her evening dress. The dress was lovely to wear, but she preferred to be naked. She hardly wore clothes because of her "duties".

When the water had filled the tub, she used a dainty toe to test it. The warm water's kiss upon her toe signaled that the temperature was right and she got in and sat down. Despite the fact that she was alone, she decided to pull the curtain around the tub anyway. She never got to enjoy privacy, as she shared the bathing facilities with many other slaves. Selene sat in the steamy water for a moment, letting the warmth relax her. Once her body was damp, she reached for the bar of soap on the side of the tub. With dexterity she began to scrub her fur.

Admittedly, she had not ever had such a bath. She was used to showering with cold buckets of water. This was so much better. Warm water and scented soap were an excellent addition to bath-time. She scrubbed every inch of her fur. Her hands, lathered with creamy soap crept up her legs to wash her inner thighs. She then lathered each breast with a fair amount of soap, making sure to scrub in between the plump, fluffy orb.

However, as the bar of soap passed over her nipples, she moaned unexpectedly. She clapped a soaking wet hand over her mouth to conceal the outburst. It was odd, she was very fond of sex, but she had never felt the urge to pleasure herself. It may have been because being a slave meant filling the needs of others and never her own. Her masters had often instructed her never to pleasure herself in order to preserve her body. To be caught in the act of pleasuring oneself or any other slave (that is, if it was performed offstage instead of for customers) meant a whipping. So the urge to play with her genitals had never presented itself. But now it seems the gates of pleasure had been unlatched for her and she had unknowingly stumbled through that delightful threshold. She had never felt this naughty before. But she could not do this here, not in Dante's home!

She finished cleaning herself and once the water had cooled and the bubbles had all popped, she got out. She reached for a towel. When she found one, she rubbed her fur with the smooth cloth and was sure to dry every inch of her beautiful body. But when the towel passed over her sex, she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her. She could not understand what was happening. Why did it feel so good? Then she remembered her sexual weakness.

She had once had to put on a show with another female. To make things interesting, the other slave, who had far more experience in love-making than Selene, decided to use her tail to entice the wolfess into an orgasm. The vixen's silken tail brushed up against Selene's nether quarters. She climaxed extremely quickly because of it. The crowd, dissatisfied with such a short performance, demanded a refund. She was given a beating for her incompetence and reassigned to a different position in the gentlemen's club. To make up for her extreme sensitivity down there, her master had decided to assign her only to dancing or pleasuring customers with her mouth or hands. But this trip on memory lane was ruining her evening, so she decided to shove off the thought and resume her business.

She quickly finished drying her hair and fur. As soon as she had finished, she was all set to get to bed. She assumed that she could change back into the evening dress, no need for her to run around the mansion naked, despite how much she liked the idea. But as she looked around for the dress, she found that it was nowhere to be seen. It seemed as if her plan to go naked would work out after all. That is, until she saw a bath robe on the door with a note on it. It read:

Here's a little gift for you.

Sleep tight, dear,

Dante

A new bathrobe? Just for her? She had already received many gifts today, so why another? She pulled on the satin red robe and found it fit her perfectly. "This'll match my new lingerie!" She thought to herself with glee. Dante had said that she looked good in red. Perhaps this is what he meant when he said that.

The soft negligee covered her upper body and a small portion of her thighs. Long enough to cover her bits, yet short enough to show off her devilishly gorgeous thighs. She loved the way it felt on her. It was only one more reason she admired Dante so much, he really cared.

She exited the bathroom, loving the feeling of clean hair and fur, loving her new robe and grateful that she was about to spend the night in a warm, comfortable bed. Selene began to hum to herself. She waltzed down the hall toward the guest room, tail wagging all the way.