Evan instinctively moved first. Aiko ran to stop him, but she was too late. He opened the door himself.
A tall black panther stood outside, voluptuous and imposing. She wore a long red coat. A limousine waited in the driveway.
"Hello, Aiko."
Her voice was commanding and strong, yet smooth. Evan felt himself blush. He didn't know why.
"And you must be Evan."
The boy swallowed. He felt himself hardening.
"Yes, ma'am."
He invited the panther inside. She crossed the threshold without hesitation and brushed her tail against him. Evan felt a tremor in his pants.
"Careful, she—actually, you'll see."
Aiko flattened her ears and followed Evan into the living room. The panther stopped in the middle of the room. She pointed at Shawn. He rushed over and helped her remove her coat. Underneath was a black dominatrix outfit.
"Very well. Let me introduce myself. I am Valentine Onyx. Shawn's patron. A member of the Council. A dominatrix and a pornography industry magnate."
Everyone stared in mild shock. Astrid was the first to break the silence.
"Madam ShadowClaw?"
The panther smiled.
"You've heard of me?"
"I've watched your films. The Secret of the Black Castle, Trail of Wild Claws, Clash of the Dark Valley."
The panther laughed softly, and everyone turned to Astrid.
"Astrid, you watch those kinds of movies?"
"Got a problem with that, Mira?"
Suddenly Astrid's ears shot up and her tail sprang high—then instantly flattened as she tucked it between her legs.
"I apologize."
She bowed so deeply and submissively that everyone was shocked. The panther laughed.
"Relax. We'll sort everything out—but first. Shawn."
She pointed at the ram and made a circular motion downward with her finger. Shawn nodded and began undressing. No one protested. When he was naked, she pointed down with two fingers. Shawn dropped to his knees.
"Good. Shawn—what happened here?"
After Shawn finished explaining, Valentine sighed heavily.
"Shawn, we've talked about situations like this."
She pointed to the spot beside her. Shawn crawled over on all fours. Then he bowed to the girls.
"I'm sorry. I should have exercised more self-control."
"I apologize for him as well. I understand you want him punished, but you must know—I do not allow visible marks. Nor do I allow consumption."
Frida hissed through her teeth.
"You're Frida Vollmond, aren't you?"
The wolf girl stared at her in shock.
"I know the Commissioner. I've heard he has… issues with his daughter."
Frida met her gaze.
"Relax. That's not a threat or a warning. I was thinking about Helga. We had a good talk."
She paused, as if realizing she'd said too much. Frida looked away. It wasn't anger or pride—it was something else entirely.
The panther glanced aside and noticed the pole.
"Planning a party? Did you hire a dancer?"
"I'm the dancer. I lost a bet."
Evan muttered. The panther considered this.
"You may use Shawn to help at the party."
The girls looked mildly shocked by the sudden proposal. Rufus immediately nodded—clearly not wanting to be the only waiter. Seeing their hesitation, Valentine said she would borrow the pole for a moment. She gestured to Shawn and turned on music on her phone.
Hard, rhythmic music filled the room.
Shawn rose slowly and walked toward the pole with a springy gait, swaying his hips so provocatively the girls couldn't look away. When he reached the pole, he half-turned and looked at them. Sliding downward, he licked the pole. He pressed his crotch against it and kicked his legs, lifting his hips. Then he wrapped his legs tightly around the pole and pulled himself up. He arched his body, gripping the pole, spinning smoothly.
As the song neared its end, he slid down to the floor while holding the pole. Finally, he crawled to the panther on all fours and kissed her foot.
Everyone was speechless. This wasn't amateur dancing. This was professional-level performance. Any doubts about Shawn being a porn actor vanished.
"Shawn will help you at the party as part of his punishment."
Shawn nodded.
The panther put on her coat and left—closing both the door and the matter behind her.
Silence followed.
Frida spoke first, frustration in her voice.
"She's worse than my old man."
The girls nodded in agreement. Evan was simply exhausted.
"Maybe we should go to sleep? I've had enough excitement for today."
Rufus shook his head vigorously.
"Yes. Good idea. Time to sleep."
He turned toward the door and was about to leave when a hand grabbed the back of his neck.
"No way, rabbit! You're staying!"
Rufus opened his mouth to protest, but Ylva showed him a series of nude photos of himself. She smiled like she'd just unlocked platinum in her favorite game.
"If you leave before the party ends, all your hot pics go online."
"So where am I supposed to sleep—"
Rufus shuddered, looking at the circle of predatory girls. Sleeping with girls was nice. Surviving till dawn was nicer.
"Shawn and Rufus sleep in my room," Evan said. "And please—no nighttime visits for me today."
All the girls sighed.
"Fine. Let's go to bed. Lots of work tomorrow."
"Good night."