His hand roughly gripped your hair, keeping you beside him as he puffed his cigar, his red and gold embroidered suit shimmering in the rooms sun light “So you get sold ta me,” He started lowly, putting his cigar out on the coffee table next to him “And they said it was to repay their debt toots” He growled, yanking you closer by your hair, his ginger fur flaring out and his tail lashing behind him “now tell my why in the fuck do I remember your face toots?” He glared down at you