For the first time in a while, Revy is sitting up. Mostly. She's actually in a rocking chair, since it rocks back and forth. She isn't even tied to the armrests. Fluffy is there with her, still having a bit of a wet-Fnerf smell since it's a lot harder to completely dry off a Fnerf than it for an Eeee. "Ink-Artist is pretty good, so you don't have anything to worry about," Fluffy assures Revy. "I think he's putting together something to hold your ears steady before coming out."
That doesn't make the bat any calmer. She knows what tattoos are like from memories of other bodies, after all. Also, the idea of having ears restricted makes her twitch them all the more. It's instinct to move them, and things that hold them tend to be ... disquieting. "Kinda nervous about this," Revy finally admits as she fidgets.
"It only hurts for the first few years," Fluffy claims, but Revy can feel the breeze from her swishing tail. "Did I say years? I mean ears. Get it?"
"But if you want, we can give you something to dull the pain," the Fnerf offers.
Revy snorts at the bad joke. "Ugh," Revy comments and sticks out her tongue a bit. "Give me what? Not sure I want to be drugged, either," she admits.
"It's a drink made of fermented.. something," Fluffy claims. "Kinda like thick wine."
"Booze?" Revy asks, ears perking a little. "Might want to try that if the pain gets to be too much. Ears are sensitive." Her ears flick, along with their numerous holes from piercings. Pain, right.
"Hmm, pretty sure it only works if you drink it beforehand though," Fluffy claims.
"Eeeeeh, I'll pass, I think," Revy decides. "Not fond of booze."
"Yeah, I know that Eeee are lightweights," Fluffy says, and Revy can hear the grin. How does someone who works with mutes get such a pun habit? But the door can be heard to open right afterward.
Revy sticks out her tongue again. The tip is forked after all, so it's not like the Eeee isn't used to pain, after all! "You're just jealous because you have too much junk in the trunk," she counters.
"Too much of a good thing you mean?" Fluffy asks. "I guess you've never really experienced a properly floofy tail and big boobs." Revy can smell alcohol now, but not the drinking kind, among other strong odors.
"Big boobs just means a sore back and being too top heavy to fly," Revy counters as her nose crinkles from the alcohol smell. She also knows that stinging scent well.
"My back never gets sore.. what?" Fluffy says. "Oh.. sure. So.. Inky ways he needs to strap your arms to the chair for safety." A moment later she clarifies, "His safety."
"Because I'm such a strong and terrifying warrior?" Revy asks, while she even flexes her arms a bit. She's not that impressive. Well, her chest is impressive for an Eeee, but that's about it. Yodhinala shape, not Yodhrephath or Yodhblackat.
"You might flail around and knock over something that could set the room on fire," Fluffy says. "Not that that's happened before!"
Revy doesn't look quite convinced. "I think people just like tying me up here. It happens a lot," the bat claims as she puts her arms back down on the arm rests. "So, go ahead."
She's not tied down with belts, but with what feel like scarves. A bit loosely, but still restrictive. The something is attached to the back of the chair, behind her head. "Hah, I would not have thought of doing that, Inky!" Revy then feels her hair being drawn back and pulled tight to hold her head in place.
"Hey, careful with the hair! It was expensive!" Revy squeaks as her head is pulled back! Fortunately equally so as not to hurt.
"I promise not to curl it," Fluffy says. "Now.. he's gonna put stuff on your ears. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's not poisonous. Or.. no more poisonous that tattoo ink. Which I assume is not poisonous."
"Yes, yes, Inky I will stop talking about poison. Sheesh!" the Fnerf then says.
"If my ears fall off I will hurt you both!" Revy huffs!
Revy then feels something oily being dabbed onto the tips of her ears.
"That feels greasy," Revy notes as she tries to not wiggle said ears too much.
"It's grease?" Fluffy asks. "I don't know that word, Inky. I'll call it goo. It's goo, Revy. Magic goo."
"You two are insane," Revy remarks a bit dryly. "And making me worry."
Whatever it is, the tips of her ears start to go a bit numb. Just the tips, though, it isn't being applied anywhere else. "Oh.. I see that's supposed to work now," Fluffy says. Probably to something Ink-Master is doing, and Revy feels her ears being moved against a wooden surface.. and then there's some pressure at the tips, and her ears won't move anymore. "I'm not just making up half of a conversation to scare you, Revy. And yes, Inky signed me to say that."
"That feels weird," Revy comments as her ears go numb. That stuff would have been useful at Mount Gorphat, that's for sure. They're twitching a bit like mad as her ears are pulled back and then secured to the point they won't move much. So stretched up to the point they can't move it seems.
"Please don't twitch your ears," Fluffy says. "I guess Savanites can control that." Next comes the cold feeling of alcohol being dabbed into the center of the left ear. That part isn't numb! She can feel something being drawn inside now, probably with some sort of wax pencil.
"It's hard to not twitch them! You try being an Eeee some day," Revy grumbles as she tries to keep her ears still. Being swabbed with alcohol and then drawn on doesn't help!
"Would it help if I put cotton in them to dull your hearing?" Fluffy asks. "And do you want red or black for the primary color? If black, Inky will use red to make the signs look like they're on fire."
"Oh.. there's also tan with spots as an option," Fluffy adds after Inky signs something to her.
"Might need the cotton as it would be annoying to have sound that close," Revy admits. The choice of color is harder to decide on. "Well, what do you think would look the best?" she asks, "Since I can't currently see it."
"Weeeellllll," Fluffy says. "If you do the Savanite fur pattern, it's really a big sign that 'Willing-Toy' is meant for Savanites in particular," the Fnerf suggests. "So as not to confuse anyone else that knows formal sign."
That makes Revy snort, amused. "May as well go with that, then," she ends up giggling. "Because I seem to have become exactly that."
"But still with the flames right?" Fluffy asks.
"I guess so!" Revy agrees. She'd shrug, but her arms are tied.
Revy feels Ink-Master squeeze her hand, then release it. Which probably means he's about to start.
Revy gives a thumbs-up in response. She inhales deep and breathes out slow. She knows how this will likely feel, after all. Which means she's thinking of that hideous albino Eeee, and it's making her horny again. Ugh.
The needlebrush feels familiar, but the touch is much lighter given the thinness of the skin there. But that means more passes. And it's probably just the golden fill.
Yep. There is the familiar sting; boy does it bring back memories. It also means her crotch if of course now damp from the arousal that came with it. Ugh! Hyper hormones, a teenager's bane. For the time being, she's managing to keep her ears from moving.
After some time, the pain transitions into feeling kind of good, separate from her other arousal. Fluffy is humming some odd, repetitive tune as well. Eventually the Fnerf stops and asks, "How are you holding up? You don't seem to be twitching as much."
"Doing all right," Revy remarks, still. The endorphin rush from the pain is in full swing, so she's feeling a bit floaty. "How's it looking? I can't see it m'self right now," she notes.
"Well.. he's getting ready to switch ears, and I can't really see through bleeding on the first one," Fluffy says. "But I think that means the gold is done on that one?"
Ugh, bleeding. Well, comes with the territory. "So, it could look awful, or good, then," Revy mutters. Well, can't really change her mind now! Her toes curl a bit and clench since the other ear is about to start hurting.
"Well, the drawing looked pretty stylized," Fluffy says. "Like.. graffiti.."
That is not exactly inspiring! Still, Revy is enjoying herself anyway; she likes weird stuff and this qualifies. "How come the snake isn't doing the art? Not that I mind a spotty doing it," she asks.
There's a chuff from Ink-Master at that. "Oh, Inky has some sort of issue with.. Sephnia? I think they maybe had some sort of relationship that went sour."
"Oh? Scales and spots, eh?" Revy asks, grins. "Her loss and my gain, I ... guess?"
"I don't know if it was sexual or more teacher and student," Fluffy notes. "I don't know the private lives of my bosses."
"You work for ... ?" Revy inquires. She thought the Fnerf worked here.
"I work here," Fluffy finishes. "Inky is one of my bosses. I'm his assistant. Well.. right now I am assisting him in communicating with you. I mostly work as furniture."
"And not as a pleasure provider? You'd be a hit with big guys," Revy points out. "But you'd have to share them with me, of course."
"They like to cuddle with me," Fluffy says. "Or use me as a mattress. I have nice pillows."
"So do I! And they like to stick themselves in me," Revy enthuses. Or is she competing? Who knows?
"Sometimes they try to smother themselves in my chest or tail while I use my hands on them," Fluffy says.
"Is that fun? Isn't it kind of messy?" Revy inquires.
"I have a special apron," Fluffy claims. "No, seriously.. this is a whore-house, everything is messy and there's a reason for having a really big bathing pool."
"Good thing I like messy, I guess," Revy comments. "Never used my hands on a guy to finish though. Should try sometime, but ... it feels so nice when they fountain inside." She actually whines at that last bit.
"They wouldn't work that well inside me," Fluffy claims. Then Inky does another alcohol swab over the first ear to clear away the blood, which stings far more than the tattooing brush did.
"Ow ow ow ow," Revy complains when the stinging hits! "Can't you just use water?" Gah, she wants badly to shake her head!
"Water isn't sanitary," Fluffy says, just before the black ink 'spots' start to be added. These are little harder, since they have to also cover the gold. But there isn't as much of course.
Revy bites her lower lip. "It is if you boil it," Revy points out when she can manage it. "Also, how much is this costing me...?"
"Oh.. huh.. I don't know?" Fluffy admits. "Are you getting paid for any of this in the first place?"
"Well, yeah, I'm making some money here," Revy agrees. "Though technically I guess they don't have to pay me. I mean, they could just keep me. Not like I can stop them."
"Well, you could ask someone for help," Fluffy suggests.
"If you're being held here against your will, blink your eyes three times!" the Fnerf then declares.
"Ha ha, no I'm not here against my will, sheesh. I'm enjoying it!" Revy quips. "It's carnal bliss!"
"Because you really like Savanites?" Fluffy asks.
"That's part of it, yah. And I enjoy being a slave," Revy admits.
"Mmmmm, isn't that because you can stop when you want to though?" Fluffy asks. "I don't think the Savanites here care though.. I mean, they're not out for revenge or anything."
"In theory I can stop, but reality is they could decide otherwise. I put myself in their hands. It's up to them more than me," Revy answers. "But I'm pretty sure they won't try to force me. I think they just like me being around for now."
"Well, it's certainly a novelty having an Eeee here," Fluffy says. "Some of the regulars will be surprised."
"I doubt many Eeee would volunteer to be here," Revy says, "I know my people kind of, well ... suck. We're awful."
"Well, there are plenty of Eeee bordellos," Fluffy points out. "And I don't know what rates they charge here."
"I mean in terms of how we've treated others," Revy points out. "We have not been kind."
"I've been in Babel for my entire life," Fluffy says. "And mostly I saw Eeee mistreating other Eeee. The very richest Eeee, the high nobles.. they could afford to abuse their property. But they enjoyed abusing Eeee more, because it meant more to them. Things have changed a lot since the Sabaoth was assassinated. I mean, it proved he wasn't really immortal for one thing."
"Yeah, I guess," Revy remarks. "But there are plenty of unpleasant stories still in the streets, and things about dangerous god-things stalking people."
"I doubt there are enough gods to be more troublesome than the Yodhblakat," Fluffy says. "I don't know about monsters from the Streets Below though. If they exist, they might start climbing higher now that their food's been evacuated."
Ink-Master clicks a bit, and switches ears again to add more spots.
The switch elicits another 'ow' sort of pain. "Hey, I've seen one of the monsters, you know. The one people call the Barsunala, he was out flying once. Spooky guy," she claims. "Not sure if he's good or bad, to be honest. Just dangerous."
"I hear he's cleared out some of leftover monster-nobles," Fluffy says. "But there's also a dragon out there, and Yodhgorphat and evil wizards and stuff. But right here is a neat plaza that anyone can visit, and stuff I wouldn't have had access to in the past. And are a few mysterious beings worse than a Boomer, especially when things have been getting better?"
"I hope not. I mean, what would you do if you came face to face with him? What would you say?" Revy asks.
"Hmmm... does he grant wishes?" Fluffy asks. "Or do you only meet him if you're about to die?"
"How would I know?" Revy asks. "I only saw him once, and I wasn't dying ... so I guess dying isn't required?"
"What, just flying around, like a regular Eeee?" Fluffy asks. "Not like.. covered in flames or ghosts?"
"Well, looked like he was covered in smoke, but yeah, flying like an Eeee," Revy answers.
"So.. how do you know it was a demigod of death?" Fluffy asks. "And not an Eeee carrying smoke pots?"
"Because a bunch of us saw him, and smoke doesn't move like it moved on him," Revy notes.
"Where'd you see it?" the Fnerf asks, curiously. "Does he show up often?"
"It was a while ago. Didn't see him again. Why? Now you want to meet him?" Revy asks.
"I haven't seen any of the weird supernatural stuff!" Fluffy complains. "I certainly ain't gonna go up some pilgrim path. Not even for the big execution where Sunala supposedly showed up."
"Well, it's usually not a good idea to get the attention of those groups," Revy admits. "They're scary. And worse when you realize they could be anywhere. You might have already met him and just don't know it."
"Well.. that doesn't seem scary then," Fluffy claims after a pause. "Godesses can always look like anybody. I thought that was the whole Babelite argument to be kind, because it might be a Kindly One you're being mean to."
"I dunno, it makes me paranoid," Revy admits.
"I thought Eeee made Eeee paranoid," Fluffy laughs.
"Well, we do. Though I doubt anyone would be scared of me," Revy admits. "I'm harmless."
Fluffy laughs! "Harmless? You've gotten your eyes sewn shut just for fun and now gettin' tattoos in yer ears," the Fnerf points out. "I think that makes for a scary bat."
"I'm tiny, and easily overpowered. I just have weird interests," Revy points out a bit. "And it's not like we need eyes to function, I know where everyone is right now, and even details about the room just by how it sounds."
"What color are my eyes then?" Fluffy teases. "Then again.. I don't know the color of your eyes. But I'm guessing.. brown. Or one brown and one green."
"Your eyes are orange or yellow," Revy remarks. "And you'd be wrong about mine."
"Actually I've got one orange eye and one yellow one," Fluffy claims, as Inky starts to add the flaming outlines now.
Revy snorts a bit and settles in for more ouchieness. "Really, I'm hardly much of anything, just a pervy Eeee who decided to become a whore for fun," she comments and sticks out her tongue, which of course has the tip forked. "And I don't have to worry about getting knocked up with non-Eeee clients. Though diseases are probably something I'll have to watch out for."
"But.. uh.. haven't there been a few Eeee come through.. you?" Fluffy asks.
"A few, yah, but I'm not fertile at the moment, I know my cycle," Revy notes.
"Oh, good!" Fluffy says. "I'll let reception know!"
Inky makes clicking noises while he works.
"What's he clicking about?" Revy asks. "And why do you need to let reception know?"
"Lots of masters come here too," Fluffy notes. "Oh, he just clicks when he's concentrating. Or when he's tapping with this little hammer. Lots of Savanites make odd sounds. I've heard a few whistle. It's for when they're hands are busy."
"Lots of masters? What, am I to be the new attraction? To be sold or loaned out?" Revy jokes, grins.
"Depends on the offer I imagine," Fluffy claims.
Ink-Master grumbles. Which is a bit of a growl and a purr. Then he pauses for a moment.
Revy laughs. "That could be fun, admittedly," she says. "I've been having a great time being treated as property here." The groawl causes her to twitch. "What's wrong?" she asks.
"Oh, I think he's getting a bit worked up is all," Fluffy says, just before Revy feels the Cheetah between her legs, and then up inside of her. Are all tattoo artists the same like this? But he doesn't work while humping at least. He just pauses for a minute to work on the tattoo between bursts.
Revy inhales! She was already aroused, and thus also quite slick. Entry is easy, and it ends up making her moan softly. "Oh yeah," she murmurs to the spotty artist. "There ya go, right where you should be. Inside me. Mmmm," she coos.
It's tricky, given that she's in a rocking chair and has her ears pinned. Moving them hurts, so she needs to keep her head as steady as possible. Eventually Ink-Master settles into a slow rolling hip motion that lets him work at the same time. "Wow, I don't think he's ever done this before," Fluffy claims.
"I'm just that alluring," Revy jokes between gasps and soft moans. She's tied in that chair so it's not like she can move much, outside of her impressive internal muscle control. That she's using a lot, along with her implanted augments.
This causes the cat to slow down, since he does have to focus a bit when using the needle-brushes inside of Revy's ears. "Does it still hurt?" Fluffy asks.
"It's sore, but I have a good distraction at the moment. Nothing is quite as good as being filled by a guy," Revy murmurs. "Though a good tongue works well too, but those don't fountain."
"That's the important part then?" Fluffy asks, just as Inky goes to re-ink his brush, and gives Revy a flurry of thrusts while he does so.
"It's all important," Revy murmurs, distractedly, and then with lots of moan and clenching on him when he starts speeding up for a bit. She really is enjoying it, it feels weird not having someone inside her lately. But then she has been busy.
Things slow down as the tapping returns. "Now, because they're so shallow, these tattoos may fade," Fluffy explains. "So you may have to come back every few years."
"So I can be sure to be easily identified as a Savanite's slave?" Revy jokes, grins wide.
"Actually, I think there have been Savanites that owned Savanite slaves," Fluffy says. "Usually when one is adopted as an heir and inherits them."
"Yah, I've heard that. See, I wouldn't mind belonging to a savanite. But again, I'm weird," Revy admits.
Another pause in tattooing for a rapid humping break, and Fluffy suggests, "You could just marry one."
"Hah, no one would marry me," Revy notes. It's a bit after the flurry of activity though, all she could do during that is moan a lot."
"Well, then a Savanite might, if you're lots fun," Fluffy says. "Plus if a slave marries an Eeee they aren't a slave anymore."
"I'm always a lot of fun," Revy quips. "Ask anyone!"
"Do you cackle?" Fluffy asks, sounding suspicious.
"Sometimes?" Revy suggests.
"Ah, yeah.. that would be a deal breaker," Fluffy claims. "Nobody want's a cackler!" she says while laughing.
Revy hmphs! "But I have a hyper sex drive," she says, "It comes with it."
"Cats are afraid of cackling," Fluffy claims. "You ever heard a Savanite cackle?"
"Yes," Revy says.
"Whoah, seriously?" Fluffy asks. "How'd you get them to do that?"
"Tickle!" Revy claims, grins more. Which ... quickly fades to some moaning as the sensations overwhelm her. Feels. So. Good.
"Was it here?" Fluffy asks. "Is someone here the cackler? I'm a great tickler."
"No, it wasn't here," Revy answers.
"Hmmmm," Fluffy ponders, while Inky gets in another burst of speed while re-inking a brush.
Revy is a bit too distracted to respond to much during that with any coherence. The way her muscles work though give away she's quite enjoying and encouraging, though. Gah, she really enjoys being female and filled. Is it all because of Inala's 'curse' though, which makes her horny?
It probably doesn't matter at the moment. Inky is really going at it now, so he may be done with the flames. The chair is really rocking as well.
Revy is moaning and lost in the sensation, while what she can move sort of suckle-nurse-pulls on the part of the guy she has a grip on! There are even moments when she cries out and jerks as surging pleasure waves roll through her.
Inky gives three final, powerful thrusts as his ink-pen fountains, and drops his face between Revy's breasts. His panting makes her fur damp.
Revy can't hug his head, her arms are bound! She does 'hug' part of him though, in a weird nursing sort of way as the warmth blooms within her. It feels lovely, natural, and right.
And then Fluffy swabs out Revy's ears with alcohol. "I don't know if hearing will hurt, but at least you don't bleed a lot," the Fnerf comments.
"How do they look?" Revy manages to wheeze out. "And I bleed plenty, just depends where you stick me!"
"They look like hand-signs, but.. spotty and surrounded by flames," Fluffy says. "He almost never gets to do the flames, probably what got him so worked up."
"Now I wonder what else he could do. I mean, I'm dark all over, but how would I look with my nethers outlined or applied with color. Or my lips? I dunno, feeling weird and silly," Revy admits.
"More flames?" Fluffy asks. "That would really freak out the virgins."
"Maybe? Or should it be green to match my hair?" Revy wonders. "But I am pretty hot..."
"You've got all those rings," Fluffy notes. "Not a lot of room for color to show through."
Inky makes a grunting sound between Revy's breasts at that comment.
"Yah, I know," Revy says, sadly.
The Savanite starts to suckle thoughtfully on one of Revy's nipples. At least it seems like he's doing it thoughtfully.
Revy croons softly as she's nursed upon. That feels good too, she's quite fond of having breasts after all. Even as a guy she's sometimes kept female nipples just because. "You can do that any time," she sighs out.
While the cat suckles on one.. Fluffy tickles the other. After she unclips Revy's ears.
"Ack, hey, why are you doing that?!" Revy squeaks. "Just suck on 'em like the Savanite is!"
"Them little things?" the Fnerf responds, and keeps tickling. "I want to hear you cackle!"
Revy growls at the Fnerf! It takes a bit, and exploration before the fnerf hits the right spot and the bad does indeed, cackle. A very, very, high pitched one at that!
"Ouch!" Fluffy complains at the high-pitch of the cackle. She stops tickling the nipple, but Revy hears the heavy hexapod moving around. She's moving away Inky's work tray, and taking off the makeshift ear-restraint system. Then she tickles Revy from the sides, which means she's probably leaning over the Savanite to do it.
So Revy tries to bite her! Gently. Also grab at her!
These attempts are rewarded with having a big fluffy boob smooshed into Revy's face!
So, Revy latches on and starts nursing, herself! So there!
"You call that sucking?" Fluffy teases, while Inky is still nursing on the bat.
Revy sucks harder then!
"That's the spirit!" Fluffy cheers. "Use that long tongue got some good suction going." Inky is probably getting a bit squashed in all of this.
Revy is really sucking hard now, and can almost curl her tongue around the large nipple!
The door opens and someone walks in on the scene. "Right, right," Fluffy says to.. someone.
Revy's aching ears perk a bit. That she felt! "Who's there?" the bat asks, stopping her nursing.
"Boss lady," Fluffy says, and Revy's forearms are unstrapped. "They need this room, gotta move!"
So, Revy tries to climb out of the chair and get the artist off of her. "Ahh, well, on we go then!" she says,
Fluffy helps be lifting them both up and carrying them across her shoulders. It's a bouncy ride to wherever Revy's next appointment is!
"Ooof, oof!" goes Revy as she bounces along. She may not be as big in the chest as the fnerf, but hers do still bounce too, which makes her giggle a bit. She loves having those so much.
For a moment the Eeee is airborne, only to fall onto a bed. Then the amorous tattooist is dropped on top of her!
"Wah!" goes Revy! And soon after she oofs! when cat lands on her. She's small, so even a thin cat like a savanite is a lot of weight.
Before Revy can get her breath back, she's being kissed by the cat.. just before he bites the side of her neck.
The kiss at least distracts her from flailing and she's kissing him right back. The bite, well, that makes her gasp out in shock and shiver. "Well, hello," she murmurs.
Inky growls, and doesn't let go of Revy's neck even after finding his way back inside of her. Holding onto her shoulders, he starts off by really putting his back into it.. to the point where he's arching his back!
Revy is both impressed and terrified she had this effect on him! And with that bite on her neck she's holding very still to avoid getting hurt. Her hips try to move somewhat in time with his, though and she works her inner muscles like a champ again to grip and caress him within her. It feels divine, at least!
The cat is being very feral.. well, in a controlled way. He isn't using his claws as much as he could, not biting hard enough to draw blood yet. But from the shoulder's down his entire body is working like it's trying to pump water uphill. He's pushing Revy's hips up until she feels nearly bent over.
This of course makes it even more intense for Revy, and thus she's liking it, a lot. The sounds she makes are a mix of squeaky bat noises, and deep guttural moaning of a wanton whore. Which, of course, she seems to be fast becoming. And worse, doesn't mind that fact.
The cat probably hasn't had time to fully recharge, so it's taking awhile despite the exertion. Revy can feel his panting against her throat, and when he does finally pop, he bites down hard enough to draw blood. It's not quite the same as a vampire doing it though - Inky's fangs are much bigger than Revy's!
Revy arches and cries out! The pain from the bite somehow manages to send Revy into a hard climax as those large teeth sink in! She shudders hard, moaning, then soon writhing. Her gate is spasm-clenching on the 'invader', and rolling-ripple at times like it's trying to nurse him. She also grabbed into the bed with her hand and feet claws! She's lost in a wave of pleasure-pain.
The cat grunts and oofs, finally slowing down and shuddering as well. He releases Revy's neck and begins to lick up the blood. Revy can smell it, along with the adrenaline.
Revy pants, softly. She soon releases one hand to reach up and feel how bad the bite was. The scent of blood, she knows that all too well. And right now she feels the throbbing fire from being bitten.
The bite is definitely still throbbing, and wet when she touches it. It's not too bad though, since she's not very dizzy or light-headed yet. "Hmmm.. may need a bandage on that," Fluffy notes, apparently still in the room.
"Wouldn't be the first time. Drawing blood during fun times usually means you had a good time," Revy claims with a grin. "But yeah, probably need a bandage."
"Also, why are you still here?" Revy asks.
"Never seen a Spotty go at with an Eeee before," Fluffy admits. "And someone has to carry poor Inky away once he passes out."
"Seems I'm irresistible to them!" Revy declares and even raises a fist in triumph. "I also suppose it means I don't really have any more clients to see right now."
"Not for a bit," Fluffy says. "It takes time to spread the word, and you need some time for your ears to heal."
"Yah, fair enough. I should probably use the time to rest up," Revy chirps. It's not like she has to close her eyes, though she does run her fingers over them to check their 'seal'.
The 'glue' and 'sutures' are still in place. If the stuff is supposed to wear off naturally or requires a solvent of some kind is unknown. Once Inky's breathing and heartbeat become more regular, Revy feels Fluffy lifting him off of her again. She can imagine the Fnerf cradling the predator like a kitten.
Revy reaches up and waves her hand. "Byebye Mr. Spotty!" she chirps, "That was fun! Com back any time. My gate is always open!" She punctuates that by using her free hand to lewdly spread herself open down there. Gah, the bat is ... really embracing this.