"Aye ya recognizes me now do ya poppet. About bloody time we have battled over our twin desires for ya since ya thrilled to the touch of me teeth aye tonight ya are mine for play." He raises his voice and hands turning to address the clamouring hissing crowd. The lost souls echo down her spine as she wonders at the purpose in this display.
"Tonight my fellows we have her here that so tempting red poppet that makes our surface self have the feels. Well tonight it is mine touch she shall feel at long last. In the center ring the poppet shall learn how much she can take from the monster within. She claims to like how dark and bloody twisted the bloke is aye she likes it rough the reputation is there. But as our main attraction will she like what I can give."
She is tugged backwards and dim light reveals a pristine white orgy size bed she is being forced to travel towards. She grabs the chain leash trying to yank it free but their steady pull never wavers. One of the twins steps behind her and throws her to the center of the bed her teeth clack together audibly in the sudden stillness as those gathered hold their combined breathe over this performance. The other brother so grim attaches her leash to a ring hanging above the center of this monstrous mattress. She starts to back to the edge only to be grabbed by the surprisingly gentle hands that do return her to the edge. For a moment hope flares. Then she comes face to face with him. He is tugging off the gloves Sax is rarely without. Revealing scales with an oilslick shine the back clearly tough and thick slightly raised in ridges. In contrast those that cover his inner arm and palm appear as silky smooth as any snakes would. Talons just as much the color of onyx as his scales are wiggled at her staring eyes.