Maybe something a little more... exotic?

Despite how much you enjoy the company of your thralls, the pleasures of the human female has begun to bore you. Every morning, and every night, no matter who you're with, it felt like you were just going through the motions. Your thralls picked up on that easily, and did their best to try to please you. It was very much appreciated, of course, and you rewarded them generously for doing that, but somehow it just doesn't quite do it for you anymore.

Luckily for you though, Djal knows some... people that could help with that.

And so, one evening, after all your staff have left, you're standing in the middle of your large spacious office, moving all of the furniture out of the way with a wave of your hand. Once that is done, you hold your hand out and quickly slice across your palm while muttering the incantation he told you under your breath. A bead of blood drops onto the carpet, and a bright red circle appears, with a faint white glow emanating from the intricate line work inside it. A moment later, a pair of figures begin to materialize on top of the circle.

The first figure is intriguing enough, purely based upon the long, thick, and powerful coils of her mottled dark green snake-like lower body. Following the rest of it up, you raise an appreciative eyebrow at the slender waist and arms, lingering at the hidden behind pink hair bare chest, before coming to a stop at the long forked tongue coming out of a smiling mouth and closed eyes. The tongue snaps back into the mouth and she takes in a deep breath. "This one smells handsome," she hisses.

"Oh he is," her partner chuckles. Having to lean down quite severely to look directly into your face, you see the tip of her nose twitch rapidly, and the muscular thighs of her unearthly long black on brown legs flex as she takes a couple of steps closer to you. The long thin ears on the top of her head zero in on your direction, and she cocks her head to the side, blinking at you with large gold colored eyes. "Sounds like he likes what he sees," she says.

"I do indeed, ladies," you reply, coming to stand at the very edge of the circle, not bothering to hide the anticipation building in your heart. You have no doubt that you're strong enough to handle them without the circle's protection, but it never hurts to be careful. With a disarming smile, you say, "Right, shall we discuss business then? I'm sure we're all eager to get to the fun part of the negotiation process, but you know deal making and all that. It's how we work."

Your guests exchange glances with each other before turning back to you. "Direct. We appreciate that," the lamia says.

"But it does take a bit of the fun out of it though," the lapine laments, her ears drooping down in her slight disappointment. Putting her hand against the invisible boundary of the circle, she pleads, "Are you sure you couldn't pretend to be desperate? Just a little bit?"

This time you let out your own little chuckle, "My dear, you have no idea how desperate I am right now. Am I lying? Have a listen." Pushing your chest out, you present it to her so that she can get as clear a signal as she can.

She closes her eyes for a moment and her ears turn. A smile starts to grow on her face and you can see the small tuft of tail fur start to appear from behind her. The lamia does that tongue thing again, and she starts smiling too. You start smiling too, and feel excitement creeping into your loins, but composing yourself a little longer, you begin to put down terms concerning their long-term residence.