The simian had himself pressed into your side, his sharp claws against your throat, and you could feel his sharp fangs against the shell of your ear as he spoke “Whats a little mortal doing out here~?” He sneered out softly, his tail hooking around your waist. He made no move to let you go “Are you a slut at the local whorehouse…~?” He laughed, but it was devoid of warmth “No… no you’re not.. but I still might keep you, sweetheart”