Then, as he stepped onto the porch and rang the doorbell, he’s mind immediately warned him to run, but it was too late. For as he turned to leave, the door swung open and out walked his new mistress Zoe, clad from head to toe in dark leather clothing.
“Umm…Hi?” was all Atlas could mutter before the black and red wolf-dragon shushed him by putting a clawed finger to his lips.
“Greetings Atlas, or should I say slave?” she chuckled as a sly smile formed at the edge of her lips, revealing her sharp teeth underneath. “In the future, do not keep me waiting. For my time is much too valuable to be wasted on someone like you.”