Tit For Tat
The vixen long, ebon lashes would bat laschiviously, acting like a veil as she held the man gaze, trapping him into her violet gems, measuring planets in size with their own magnetical pool. She danced before, it took two to perform a tango and the vixen was certainly groomed in the art of seduction. Prey and predator; he was her shiny new toy, her carnal prey. A smirk tugged at the corner of her pretty maw, pulling them together into a cheshire cat; ivory were the vixen canines, exposing them to the light as the man cheek felt her own. His deep baritones tickling the fine threads surrounding the air and it did nothing if not sent shiver down her spine to her toes. It did something to her; whether it was the strong, potent alcohol or him she did not know nor care. For now she shall delight herself in the abrupt end of her heat and continue where she left of. I would rather you show me than guess. sensuality, proeminent sexuality. Her voice came in deep and low syllabled, soft as silk; spoken within foreign-kissed lips that laced each and single one of them with a heavy accent. Teacup paw rose through the air only to land on the man shoulder, pressing her chest into his own invitingly. She knew he wanted her and the attraction was reciprocated so why not enjoy this light head buzz the alcohol offered and see if this fruity syroup of the Gods could make her reach a new Utopia.
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