All you had to do was say 'distasteful.'

Taz was busy hazing a couple of newbies. She was a firm believer in public humiliation as a means of breaking the new soldiers down. In this case, the newbies were jogging around in the muck. When one got a little too slow, Taz would give Rikki the signal. Once their foot smacked down into the wet ground, a bolt of electricity shot their way, setting the recruit shaking with an electric shock. Inevitably they'd piss themselves, at which point Taz would laugh and yell at them to keep running.

Much to the relief of the sodden recruits, she was called away by...a monkey. Alright. Cool. The messenger didn't matter; all that mattered was who the message was from. With a swift, aggressive swagger, Taz would find Hiram and approach him with confidence. Or arrogance. Take your pick.

"Whatcha got for me?" She grinned, eyes drifting over some of the Dresmondi filth cluttering up the yard before returning her gaze to Hiram. Rikki was on her heels, dropping down at her side and panting up at Hiram.

Hiram picked both confidence and arrogance and he liked them. Someone sure of themselves—even if their self was lacking feminine appeal and therefore an abomination to their sex—was always worthy of some respect, even from this chaotic evil rapist and murderer (so give it what credit you will). His golden gaze flickered over her as she approached, and if he didn’t know any better he’s have said she was walking that way to keep from crushing the oversized ballsack between her legs. Well, technically he didn’t know any better.

Hiram noticed her glance and smiled.

“Pull down your pants.”

Taz raised her eyebrows, blinking before breaking into a broad grin.

"Well, you could at least show me a good time first," Taz snickered before doing exactly what Hiram requested. Though she enjoyed public humiliation as a weapon, she was seemingly immune to it herself. Let all those good-for-nothing Dresmondi take a gander and her goods. Nobody had bigger balls than Taz (though Hiram was about to see those balls were purely proverbial).

Taz's trousers dropped to her boots. She flipped up the back of her shirt and waggled her ass at the onlooking soldiers before crossing her arms, looking at Hiram with a self-satisfied 'now what?' expression.

Hiram had suspected she would obey him willingly. It was in keeping with the picture she’d presented thus far. He glanced towards her dyr before slow stepping closer.

“Remove your top.” He wasn’t afraid of going too far.

Now that one had Taz pause for a moment. Rikki picked up on her anxiety, his little feet dancing back and forth. She didn't know what this was about and wasn't too sure she liked it. Hiram's methods and motives for any number of things were enough to chill anyone's blood.

But fear was for lesser beings. Taz wasn't just another fearful, whimpering Dresmondi. She had more guts in one finger than all these weaklings put together. She wasn't about to be the chicken in this dare - or whatever this was.

With a snort, Taz whipped her top off. Her chest was covered with a tightfitting cropped undershirt, but her lower half was bare-ass naked. "Like what you see?" Taz asked with a grin, putting her hands on her hips, standing proudly before him in her mostly nakedness.

Actually, he did.

The Eldouir was still moving towards her. He monitored the animal at her side from the corners of his eyes, but his gaze remained unwavering on her exposed form.

When he reached her he would stop just a foot from her. His hand would reach out towards the wrap at her chest, seeking to unravel it.

Now, this was a turn for the unexpected.

Taz wasn't exactly a charmer, nor did she aspire to be one. Her whole schtick scared off lowlings and wannabe bigshots alike. But when it came to wooing prospective lovers, vinegar made poor bait for flies and she was fresh out of honey. It didn't bother her, though. When she needed her itch scratched, she took care of it. Taz was notoriously down for anything, which meant there was always some foul critter willing to give her a whirl. Which was fine. She was a foul critter herself.

"Hey, don't you think -"

"Fuck off, Rikki," Taz hissed at the hyena, who shrank back. She gazed boldly at Hiram, looking triumphant. Yes, let all these little recruits see just what a valued asset she could be. If Hiram didn't move fast enough, Taz would whip the wrap off and toss it into the mud with a smirk.

Hiram didn’t move fast enough, not because he was working slowly, but because he’d never had to be the one to remove the wrap. She finished what he’d started and he examined her breasts with unveiled interest.

His magic started to work then. The blood pooled in just the right place between her legs to get the fire started in her forge of desire.

He continued to watch.

Taz wasn't shy about noticing the stirring of blood between her legs. She moaned softly, looking over her shoulder at the recruits with a smirk. They were going to get a whole different kind of lesson today. At least, Taz hoped so.

"So you gonna fuck me now or what?" Taz asked crudely, looking at Hiram as she squirmed.

Hiram smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. Her moan had ignited a jolt in him—he didn’t need to supernaturally tantalize anything to react to that—but he wasn’t moved enough to take advantage of her naked form. He still hadn’t decided what she was.

The stirring continued, in fact, it quickened and intensified. So much so that he wouldn’t need to lay a finger on her to reach the height of this experience.

It wasn’t too long before Taz abandoned her request. Whatever it was Hiram was doing was more than tickling her fancy. She wasn’t shy about that either. Despite the fact that she had an audience—or perhaps because of it—Taz didn’t try to muffle her roaring enthusiasm. Her moans and exclamations echoed around the training yard, making a few passers-by peek in to see what was going on.

Rikki, unsure of his place in all this, tip-tapped his feet in nervous excitement at the novelty of it all.

Hiram would continue his sick investigation until it reached its peak and the moment was finished. The aftermath would find his curiosity satiated and a surprised expression on his face.

“Then you are a woman.” His smile turned malicious. “Good to know.” It didn’t entirely matter, truth be told, but the game had been enjoyed.

Hiram turned to those observing and pointed a finger towards Tazmin.

“This one. All of you be more like this one.”

Taz snorted at Hiram’s assessment, ugly chuckling as she started to redress. She felt like she’d won something. Attention, maybe? Good or bad, that was a prize in and of itself.

Taz was pulling up her trousers when Hiram addressed those watching. She turned to them, triumphantly buckling her belt with her chest puffed out.

More like Taz. She’d like to see them try.

At this point, Rikki was practically hysterical. He did a couple of little twirls, snapping at a rabbit dyr so it jumped into its Dresmondi’s arms.

“Anything else?” Taz asked smiling, swiping sweat from her forehead and crossing her arms.