The next guest rose before the pedestal finished slowing—a woman with silver-streaked hair cut severe at the jaw, a black leather leash coiled in her hand. At the other end of that leash, padding on all fours, was a man. Not a dog. A pup. Broad-shouldered, thick through the chest, naked except for a leather muzzle shaped with floppy ears and a thick tail plug that swayed behind him with each slow step. The woman led him to the base of the pedestal, and the crowd leaned forward.

Jagan’s hand settled on Leena’s lower back. “Present,” he said quietly. “Like the pup. Show him what he’s mounting.”