Angels guide me...

“Not often enough it seems.” He said coquettishly, a small smile raising his lips. “I am Tyranis Praetor, who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine evening?”

It seemed to him that his initial impression of the woman had been entirely wrong and as she groomed herself imperiously he felt a red touch of lust in his core. He sat himself calmly, his hips twisting outward to recline comfortably as he waited for the woman to introduce herself. All the while he kept his body language subtly dominant, with his ears perked and his head held high, his winged eyes seeking direct contact with hers and his tail clearly visible beside him. He noticed the woman seemed quite sure of herself as well and he found himself comparing her to the mousey and shy Aranea

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