Oh, almost all at this table had heard of the fabled Crimson Duelist brought low through a poorly timed assassination attempt and those that hadn't, were quickly educated by their neighbors. Hungry, greedy eyes trailed over the miqo'te slave, each one wishing to hear the cries he would make when in pleasure. Would he sound like a cat in heat with yowls and purrs more suited to a wild couerl? Or would it be soft pleas and desperate begging?

Tseng discussed various things with those around him in between eating, and he did fix a plate for X'rhun that he fed the miqo'te from, not letting his pet handle the silverware himself. He did occasionally reach over and slide long fingers down a thigh in a light touch or slip under that tail to tease sensitive skin hidden behind it. The squirming wasn't lost on Tseng either, and he wondered when X'rhun would break and beg to be fucked or filled.

At this point, it was honestly a matter of time.

"Sire, will you be sharing your slave with anyone?" inquired a nobleman, staring at X'rhun with a hungry expression on his face and undoubtedly a hard cock in his pants.

"Not physically," Tseng replied, an amused smile on his face. "Visually, I am more than willing to share that with everyone, but I am a greedy man, and I caught him fair and square." He glanced over at X'rhun and the smile grew sharp. "However, should I tire of him or he displeases me greatly, then I will think about physically sharing him with others."