Another initiate, another night of pleasure. The Queen of Thieves begs for more, her soles teased with soft feathers.

Drawn into the shadows by Roh, Fenrikk was more than ready to find his true calling. His talent could not be ignored as Roh promised to shape him into a master thief. Fenrikk followed Roh into a personal chamber where she demanded he would pay tribute. A moment's hesitation shook Fenrikk, a sliver of doubt took hold and he stood silent. Roh did not hesitate, moving close she rubbed her neck against him and asked again. Fenrikk melted in her embrace, the powerful aura about this fox relieved him of any doubt as he quickly swept Roh off her feet and placed her on the bed. She placed her foot on his chest, pushing softly with her painted toes. His face turned red at the sight of her gleaming pretty pink nails. Roh raised her foot and lifted Fenrikk's chin with her toes, a long dopey smile covered the red fox's face. He grabbed onto her silky soles and began kissing each plush toe. Roh smiled and leaned back in delight. Fenrikk was overwhelmed by Roh and he buried his face in her soft inviting soles. She giggled at his fixation for her feet and her soft laughter excited Fenrikk. He could not contain his excitement, he nuzzled his nose along her arches placing soft kisses as she continued to giggle. He began skittering his clawed fingers at her heels and she squealed in delight. Her eyes sharpened as she playfully smiled presenting a bundle of exotic feathers. Like magic they appeared from thin air and Fenrikk went straight for them. No more hesitation, no more doubt, no more worries... only Roh. He teased and tickled her plush feet for possibly hours. A new initiate... Roh is pleased.