Once again I wondered, What am I doing here? I walked up to the bar and ordered something mild and simple.Once again I wondered, What am I doing here? I walked up to the bar and ordered something mild and simple. The bartender, a Felinzi, gave me this furrowed-brow look, his ears pulling forward, but I ignored it. Whatever I was looking for, it didn't take long for that something to find me. I stood with my back to most of the bar when this enormous grey-furred paw clamped itself over my eyes. I struggled for a second when this low, barely controlled Uncia voice, full of menace, growled "don't fight, and don't talk. I have orders not to hurt you too badly. I know who you are, and I know you speak Uncia." I stopped. I don't fight with two-and-a-half meters and two hundred kilos of anthropomorphic snow leopard, not without powered armor I don't, but I wanted to. His huge paw firmly over my eyes, the tips of his claws imbedded just to the point of pain against my right temple,he turned me around and directed me. The claws of his other paw were pressed through the leather vest I wore, and he pushed me on. Not for the first time I wondered, What am I doing here? The music of The Underground faded into the background, and I realized he was leading me back towards the private rooms. There was the sound of door opening, and he pushed me through it into a room that felt small. Oh Gods, did he take me back to the dungeon? More hands were suddenly on me, and three more mels, as far as I could tell, began removing my pants, my boots, my shirt and vest. |