"Spread your legs a little wider," he murmurs, voice languid and slow, like pouring honey. "Show off for me, sweetheart, that's right, I want to see you, I want to hear you, I want everything."

The shadow has come in close again, no longer turning in profile, the two sharp peaks of its ears and the wedge point of its nose outlined on the floor between Fives' bare feet, the tails streaming out behind in the classic semicircle crown.

"I'm with you, I've got you, come all over me -"