Karther continued. "I think I'll try you and Janice out now . . . it's been so long since enjoyed the company of flesh, let alone that of my own kind. I shall rebuild my kingdom piece by piece, and I shall begin with the two things that matter most to me, my treasure, and my women."
"Yes Master." You say obediently at the exact same time as Janice and all the other vixens, reveling in your sense of unity. Not moving because your master has not commanded it so, you see out of the corner of your eye as he waves his hands in complex motions at a window like many that line the room. While the room is high up you see, you see nothing but endless desert and a moon lit sky beyond. But as you watch in awe at your master's power, sand rises up, takes shape, and become painted limestone and marble. Looking as it spreads further and further from the room's window, the palace taking up more of the view of the desert at night.
You are happy, exactly like Janice and all the others, to be owned by such a powerful and wonderful master.
You are confused when a man with jewish features wearing a silver cross along his neck silently enters the room like a flicker of torch right. Before you can say anything, he takes the cross he's wearing and pushes it against your forehead. You feel dizzy and confused as your real life comes flooding back to you. But the ten other vixen get out an "Ooooh, another man." The man with the cross has time to push the item against Janice's forehead as well before Karther turns in confusion, the civil planning outside stopping as his attention is drawn away.
"What is this!" The prince demands. "How dare you violate my kingdom!"
"How dare you!" The jewish man spits back. "The decision was that you were free to rebuild your kingdom as long as you took no unwilling women!"
"And I haven't..."
"You call brainwashing willing?!"
"No. I never said they were women when I took them." Karther grins as only a fox can. All the vixen's except yourself and Janice giggle.
The jewish man looks stunned. "They should have known better than to trust a fox not to twist the wording of a contract."
"Their mistake." Karther keeps grinning.
"PLEASE get some pants on!" The jewish man moans. He glances at you and Janice. "Get of here!" You feel a strange yet strong burst of wind, knocking the two of you through the gold doors that were the entrance to the room, and are knocked into a marble hallway that wasn't there when you first arrived. Still dressed in leather and still foxes, the two of you look at each other confused. Back inside, Karther looks enraged. Getting a clue, the two of you run for it, while the strange jewish man with the cross around his neck draws a western sword from nowhere. Karther draws a scimitar from the same nowhere.