"Indeed," she says with a smile, her voice almost gentle as she speaks to the defeated Rubiel. "Your cuisse is truly impressive... and now it belongs to my master." Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, the black tip tracing lazy circles on the ground. "You have served your purpose well, Rubiel Mosquera," she continues, her voice taking on a more somber tone. "But I fear your time with us has come to an end."

Rubiel's eyes widen with fear and confusion as her master speaks. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice shaking. "Please, just tell me what you want from me." A part of him hopes that if he pleases his master, perhaps some mercy will be shown. But the look in her eyes tells him differently; she has no intention of sparing him now.

Her master's grin widens, and Jasmine knows what comes next. "Very well,"