Her eyes gleam with desire as she watches your body, her fingers twitching to touch you. "You're so beautiful," she whispers, running a hand down your chest and over your stomach before cupping your sex through the fabric of your pants. She pulls you closer, feeling the heat emanating from your core. "I think it would be much more fun if we danced like this... completely naked."

I agree, it would be much more fun to dance like this... Makara slowly unbuttons her shirt, revealing her ample cleavage before letting it fall open. She glances at you, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she takes off her pants and underwear in one fluid motion. Naked except for her boots, she runs her hands up and down her body, feeling the air caress her skin.

"Shall we?"

Makara's smile widens at your words. She leans in close, her warm breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Is that so?" Her touch is featherlight but somehow imposing all the same. "And what makes you think I'd let you go?" Her eyes gleam with a mixture of lust and power, daring you to defy her once more.

"Oh?" She tilts her head, considering your words. "Very well then."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she looks you over once more, taking in every detail of your body. "Very well," she says at last, her voice cold and calculating. "You may have your woman back... for now." She pauses, watching the relief wash over your features. "But remember this," she hisses, a finger jabbing sharply into your chest, "I own you both now. And if I ever feel like taking what is mine again..."