"I questioned my pack's judgement in bringing you before me...but you may yet suffice. You're lucky you haven't already been torn to shreds. These lands have ever been ours to hunt, and you presume much by trespassing here.
Your silence bodes well - you understand your position. The fur already encroaches on your form. Your fate is thus: you will pleasure me, and be subject to my every whim this eve. Perform well, and you may keep your equipment as my new concubine. Perform poorly...and you will learn how it feels to be serviced properly, and provide us with new cubs. Either way, you will find the experience most transformative. Are you prepared?"