Izou was one who didn't think himself on the same level as the others. And he was right in one aspect only. He happened to be one of the few individuals who could call himself capable of getting more out of her. But how long that would last would mostly be dependent on how long having him around would satisfy her. Maybe he could come along with her up in the world. Maybe he'd be the one to behead the Queen of Knights, and move her out of the way of the one she wanted to be with? Whatever the case, right now he was at least a good lay and a weapon on demand.

But one thing she would never learn was that the act of giving would garner her something in return. Why? Because she'd been given everything at every turn for as long as she could remember. The act of giving anything was unnecessary when people literally fell all overthemselves to do things for her. Izou was winning right now only because he was able to draw something resembling giving out of her. Not that she'd ever admit that, even while enjoying the rough treatment that put him right against her womb with every hit. "Whips and chains? Ugh, whatever you say, Master," such words came with an obvious eye roll not that it mattered. Would she actually do it? Maybe, she didn't know what he wanted them for, but at the very least she could use them to punish other people at some point in the future. Right at the moment, she'd enjoy herself, wiggling her hips against him as he plunged into her body. Whether more people would do better for her or not didn't matter. This was just a holdover as every encounter was... until she reached her ultimate goal.