Whenever they decide to spoon and cuddle, expect the sultry contract-killer to endlessly toy with those undeniably soft tufts of fur, incomprehensibly careful digits intertwining with clouds of ashen black as she snuggles into the hounds' tight, /warm/ embrace ─ Ahem. . .

She'd be happy to take the role.

As for pregnancy, she can accelerate it if the hound so desired, unless Ry'd prefer to play the fatherly figure throughout the toils and troubles of pregnancy, which could very well merit some fluff-.

It wouldn't take long for Scarlett to reveal herself, skilled digits laced around its' 24 karat rose gold confine with ease. Clad in naught but the finest of  fishnet lace and a thin, silken bikini strap top that just barely concealed her pink, perky buds, her attire accentuating both cleavage and amorous curves alike, possibly drawing attention to the arrow-like, natural red patch of hair pointing directly towards those otherwise perfectly shaven, plush folds, already subtly glistening in the dim, overcast hue of lustrous magenta overtaking the room.

In one fell swoop, the pole had seemed to extend, immediately attatching itself to the ceiling and floor, and bearings formed at each end, merely to allow for a full range of horizontal motion to /really/ put on a show for the dear pup.~

Of course, with but a simple snap, a chair formed behind the hound, and a gentle telekinetic force was endowed to seat the beast, so she could relax as the virgin 'goddess' (as some may describe her-) began her showing.

Again, dexterous digits clasp the untarnished surface, and with ease, one leg is thrown for the skies, a ruby-capped high-heel pointing for the stars as her moist muff and plush, delectable thighs reveal themselves in a display of shameless fervor. A single hand is raised to trace soft, dainty fingers from her calf to her inner thigh, gently circling a single index amidst its' center, all the while allowing her own gaze to peer from betwixt those bounteus mounds of tit-flesh, a sultry smirk adorned as ichor discs glaze over with unabated lust, clearly picturing the pleathora of positions they could try with her unmatched flexibility.

In a bold display, those tantalizing digits sink towards her already well-prepared foof, an index and middle finger snaking their way between her labia with naught but a subtle, surpressed catch in her breath. Instead of plunging into her tight, needy love tunnel, though, in a display of vigor, those folds parted with a lust-powered swiftness, giving the hound the perfect view of her still-unclaimed, virgin babymaker, and the sensitive, engorged rosebud atop it. This resulted in a pleasured ' Haahn~.. ' escaping those plush lips of hers, voluptuous body shuddering from the sudden surge of pleasure. Seems she's sensitive down there.

From her digits dripped a miniscule amount of lady-lube as her invitation was made, aided by a not-so-subtle bucking of the hips, to which made her chest and plentiful ass alike jiggle ferverently in response. She was just the perfect /pleasure/ package, delivered directly to the hounds'. . . Doorstep?

Though, just as it'd began, her slutty display was ceased as the leg that'd been aligned with the bar then hooked around it, allowing her to take support off of the other and truly suspend herself from the pole, upside down, and curvaceous form now adorned by only the finest, lightest silks, seemingly out of nowhere. While the lust remained evident in her ever-hungering gaze, a smirk dripping with ardor could be found just past the royal display of underboob, whilst she looked on for any signs of approval.

If the hound really wanted to, she could just skip the beginning of the 'dance' and have the slut /dance/ her way into her lap, but where's the fun in that─?